Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate – Colter WallBy Well, marry meTo a rope and a treeWhat that ol’ judge called first degreeAnd all the folks around townSwore to lay meIn the groundThey found out I put that poor boy downYou see IDid not much careFor the wayThat he’d sit and glareSo I closedHis eyes for goodWith a bar-room chairSo, gonna lay my poor bonesPast Appalachian stonesFar beneath that cold ground all aloneOh but if you’re asking meWhere I would rather beIt was worth itTo see that boyCut from the knees www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20