Ellen Smith

作曲 : Earl Scruggs

Poor Ellen Smith

Lord and how she was found

She was shot through the heart

Lying cold on the ground

Her clothes were all ragged

And her curls on the ground

And the blood marked the spot

Where poor Ellen was found

They picked up her body

And off they did go

To that lonesome ole graveyard

I'll see her no more

Well they took up their rifles

And hunted me down

They found me a loafing

Around through the town

I got a letter yesterday

I rеad it today

Said the flowers on her gravе

Had all faded away

I'm goin' back home

Lord I'll stay when I go

On poor Ellen's grave

Pretty flowers I will sow