Letra de Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate - Colter Wall

Well, marry me

To a rope and a tree

What that ol' judge called first degree

And all the folks around town

Swore to lay me in the ground

When they found out I'd put that poor boy down

You see, I did not much care

For the way that he'd sit and glare

So I closed his eyes for good with a bar-room chair

So, go and lay my poor bones

Past Appalachian stone

Far beneath that cold ground all alone

Oh, but if you're asking me

Where I would rather be

It was worth it to see that boy cut from the knees

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