SloGrass

Lyrics

There's a story they tell I remember so well
I'll take with me to my dyin day
Of one murderous night down by the riverside
And a body in a shallow grave,
Where they found poor Randall Hayes

Randall lived down the tracks in an old tar paper shack
With hardly a penny to his name
The cloths he had worn were all ragged and torn
How he ever survived is hard to say
Life was hard for poor Randall Hayes

And sometimes at night with his gun and his knife
Randall wanders through the woods until dawn
It was rumored all around fearful people from the town
Warned their children to stay far away
From the man they knew as Randall Hayes.

Randall worked every day for so little pay
At the graveyard on the outskirts of town.
With young Willie McGee just a boy of 17
Diggin holes in that buryin ground
Until the evening sun went down.

It was on a summer's morn as they both worked along
Tempers flew and angry words were said
And in that awful fight