Roots Music Report

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Gonna get hung at 9am, I can’t say I am innocent

Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill, now I’m gonna get buried on the hill

Being a doctor didn’t pay, except when it helped my prison escape

Me and Bill Gristy learned some stuff, like stagecoach theft to get the gold bullion

Born in Rome, Tennessee, I was gonna make somethin’ special of me

A wealthy doctor everyone would want, Mexican war I sewed soldiers up

California was the place to be, prospector, gambler, robbery

Mrs. Tilghman was shot down, wife of the barber in Maryville town

I think my momma loves me, I think she still could love me

So send her one last note ‘for I go, I didn’t mean to kill, only rob those folks

Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill, Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill

Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill

Now I’m gonna buried on the hill

Please Please, remember her my face, the face of old Tom Bell, please tell mother I love her