Letras
A one horse town on a dead-end road down the Georgia line
Living was a struggle back in nineteen thirty-nine
A cruel man and his pretty wife barely getting by
Whisky as his only friend, won't the misery ever end
And wishing he could die
As an angry man is wont to do, his violence was a stirring
His young bride would take the brunt of all that was occurring
Bruises and a broken heart were all she had to show
But that gal won't take no guff
And as her man was getting rough she knew he had to go
His body lays there in the ground, cold and near forgotten
No one knows what became of him but the starlight and the cotton
Her brother was a preacher man of gentle disposition
Working with the poor at the local gospel mission
At her word he saw red and fell in with the Devil
Mercy then could not be found, he'd put that rascal in the ground
And do what he was able
On a moonless night, though the stars were bright
In a field a-sway with cotton
The preacher came upon the man he was set to killin'
As he went to strike him down and take his sorry life
He found the man already dead, his sister struck him in the head
And killed him with her knife
His body lays there in the ground, cold and near forgotten
No one knows what became of him but the starlight and the cotton
No one knows what became of him but the starlight and the cotton