"Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate" lyrics - COLTER WALL

"Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate"

Well, marry me
To a rope and a tree
What that ol' judge called first degree

And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me in the ground
They found out I'd put that poor boy down

You see I, did not much care
For the way that he'd sit and glare
So I closed his eyes for good
With a bar-room chair

So, gonna lay my poor bones
Past Appalachian stone
Far beneath that cold ground all alone

Oh, but if you're asking me
Where I would rather be
It was worth it to see that boy
Cut from the knees