Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate letra

Well marry me
To a loop and a tree
What that ol' judge called the first degree

And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me
In the ground
They found out I 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 stones
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

Colter Wall - Letras

• Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate
• Calgary Round-up
• Caroline
• Codeine Dream
• Cowpoke
• fraulein
• Johnny Boy's Bones
• Kate McCannon
• Living On The Sand
• Sleeping On The Blacktop
• The Devil Wears a Suit And Tie
• Thinkin' On a Woman
• Thirteen Silver Dollars
• You Look To Yours