Just a mile down the road And a street or two away There's that freckled missus that I want most every day Out to the home of her father I'm gonna drag my sore old feet Tell him she's the woman who can Wake me from my sleep She said kiss me Lord, I listened, but I haven't gone back since Though I curse the mind for building a proper fence Now I will roll, I will suffer Curse the soil and curse the stones My eyes will be fixed on that girl with the stubborn voice I've know her for a year Only seen her seven days One week too many to keep men like me away She said kiss me Lord, I listened Though I haven't gone back since Though I curse the mind for building a proper fence So three years after, I found her doorstep Found her shoes and found her kin They told me old grim reaper done gone and turned her in Pouring liquor on the stone That marks my lost and gone I will whimper, wail, and sing a funeral song