| Won’t you bury me beneath the tree
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| Where my family lies, where my family lies?
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| Let the fog lay low on the mountain high
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| Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry
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| Ain’t no redemption for the thing that I have done
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| The devil owns you once the bullets left your gun
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| All I can think of with this rope around my neck
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| Is I’d be much obliged if you grant me one request
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| Won’t you bury me, beneath the tree
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| Where my family lies, where my family lies?
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| Let the fog lay low, on the mountain high
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| Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry
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| My soul turned black as coal
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| When I walked the streets at night
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| 'Cause in my heart I knew that something wasn’t right
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| And I went crazy when I found her with that man
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| But I felt better once the blood was on my hands
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| Won’t you bury me beneath the tree
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| Where my family lies, where my family lies?
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| Let the fog lay low on the mountain high
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| Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry
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| Won’t you bury me beneath the tree
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| Where my family lies, where my family lies?
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| Let the fog lay low on the mountain high
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| Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry
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| Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry |