Murder, Misery, And Then Goodnight Lyrics - 1998
Come all you kind people, my story to hear
What happened to me in june of this year
It was poor ellen smith
And how she was found with a ball in her heart
Lying cold on the ground
If i could go home, home to stay
On poor ellen's grave, some flowers i would lay
It was poor ellen smith
And how she was found with a ball in her heart
Lying cold on the ground
I come back this winter, my trial to stand
To live or to die as the law may command
It was poor ellen smith
And how she was found with a ball in her heart
Lying cold on the ground
It's true i'm in jail, i'm a prisoner now
But god is here with me and hears ever vow
It was poor ellen smith
And how she was found with a ball in her heart
Lying cold on the ground
