
Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
Kate McCannon |
Well the raven is a wicked bird |
His wings are black as sin |
And he floats outside my prison window |
Mocking those within |
And he sings to me real low |
It’s hell to where you go |
For you did murder Kate McCannon |
When I first met Tom McCannon |
I was working in the mines |
Said he had himself a dark haired daughter |
With long, green eyes |
When she and I did meet |
She was bathing in the creek |
Prettiest girl in the whole damn holler |
That ain’t no lie |
So I went a courtin' Kate McCannon |
Got me a job and I quit my ramblin' |
And every day I’d save |
A quarter of my pay |
I could buy a diamond ring |
Lord and one day I come home to find |
My darlin' angel’s not inside |
So I made for the creek |
Where she and I did meet |
And found her with some other lover |
And I put three rounds into Kate McCannon |