Crooked Road And The Briar

Down the crooked road a ways a child's shadow hiding in the briar tendingto a twisted heart that's bent and broken,wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot moon, crimsonmoon rose marie's walking down the crooked road a ways all aglow,her fair white skin portrait of beauty,angel to many hears the hush crying from the briar reaches in her handto see what's the matter,and is dragged through the darknessbeneath the lonely cypress the town's beloved daughtercarried to her death in the turbid watersand set afloat downstream whole town erupts, bursts into flame partiesgo a-searching down the crooked road a ways find old rufus there drunkand asleep fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughtercan't hold back these waves of anger tie a rope around his neck see ifhe still hollers another innocent soul hangs over the briar