| Down the crooked road a ways
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| A child’s shadow hiding in the briar
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| Tending to a twisted heart that’s bent and broken
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| Wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot
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| Moon, crimson moon
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| Rose marie’s walking down the crooked road a ways
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| All aglow, her fair white skin
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| Portrait of beauty, angel to many
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| Hears the hush crying from the briar
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| Reaches in her hand to see what’s the matter
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| And is dragged through the darkness
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| Beneath the lonely cypress
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| The town’s beloved daughter
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| Carried to her death in the turbid waters
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| And set afloat downstream
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| Whole town erupts, bursts into flame
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| Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways
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| Find old rufus there drunk and asleep
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| Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter
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| Can’t hold back these waves of anger
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| Tie a rope around his neck
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| See if he still hollers |