I first saw her on a Sunday at a picnic after church
She offered me a Sarsaparilla
The sweetest drink to quench my thirst
We were to wed down by the water
Where I planned to pledge her my love
I had a ring and wildflowers
And the dried tongue of a turtle dove

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Too man roots around my bones
Too many worms in my new home
I might be dead but I ain?t gone
Too many roots around my bones

I cross the bridge at Miller?s Junction
And saw a man there on the ground
Stopped to see if I could help him
He pulled a gun and shot me down
He stole the ring while I lay bleeding
I cried but not because of pain
But because I knew my gal was waiting
She?d never take from me my name

In an old pine box under an oak tree
That?s where I spend my days alone
I'm calling out from six feet under
Too many roots around my bones