Lay me down, six feet in the clay
It's time I die for all my wicked ways
Oh I know just what they say
Hard living ain't free, guess it's my time to pay
The water's deep near the banks of Brushy Creek
Mossy rock sure is slick when you're running in your bare feet
Oh I tried to tell her those banks were steep
My hands are clean, but that ain't what the jury thinks
And I guess what I had coming, well it finally came around
But the blood that spills out from my head
Is on the hands of this whole town
And I know that I can't blame them after all the things I've done
But I damn sure didn't kill the girl who gave me all my sons
Well what's it gonna be, a rope in a tree or the barrel of a gun
So let the record show I did no crime
But I must have finally crossed the line
Broke the poor girl's heart one last time
When that water took her life, I lost mine
And I guess what I had coming, well it finally came around
But the blood that spills out from my head
Is on the hands of this whole town
And I know that I can't blame them after all the things I've done
But I damn sure didn't kill the girl who gave me all my sons
Well what's it gonna be, a rope in a tree or the barrel of a gun
Lay me down, six feet in the clay
It's time I die for all my wicked ways
