Walker's Wood

Ed Bruce

Compositor: Ed Bruce

I stole her from emmett fry, and now what's done is done.
Like any man i'm afraid to die, but i'm hurt too bad to run.
I ran with her to walker's woods with him close on my heels;
I knew he'd kill to get her back, and i know just how he feels.

Oh, the sun never shines in walker's woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could,
'cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down
Makes walker's woods a haven for the damned.

By the quicksand over there my dream came to an end:
She said it was a big mistake, that she'd return to him,
So i gave her to the hungry sands, now all i loved is dead--
And all that's left is the scarlet rag that she wore upon her head.

Oh, the sun never shines in walker's woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even it could,
'cause the gators and the cottonmouths,the sand that pulls you down
Makes walker's woods a haven for the damned.

I've no regrets; i loved her; five more minutes i'll be free--
I'd have made it if that cottonmouth hadn't made his strike at me.
But i have to laugh when i think how mad old emmett's going to be
When he finds out he never got to take one shot at me.

Oh, the sun never shines in walker's woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could,
'cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down
Makes walker's woods a haven for the damned.