The time has switched slowly to a.m.
My eyes tell me that I must sleep again.
Another day just slips on past, I notice it.
Wonder if the bread's stale enough to be toasted.
It's an angry situation I'm exposed to.
I wonder what more can I do.
My goodness seems to have sunk right down along with you.
So Annabelle,
go to hell.
Go to hell,
Annabelle.
Smoke your pipe,
you know darn well.
Never light it under water.
Hope you drowned like I meant your order.
Well,
I put her in a sack and tied the top.
I felt her stir a mite then kind of flop.
I kicked her off the ridge and watched her drop.
It
wasn't a fall she fell but the sudden stop.
Then I watched her float a second then she sank.
I bet a heap of water the poor girl drank.
Could have sold her to my cousin Nightman Hank.
Sing it!
Go to hell,
Annabelle.
Smoke your pipe,
you know darn well.
Hope
you drowned like I meant your order.
Come on now, sing it!
Go to hell,
Annabelle.
Smoke your pipe,
you know darn well.
Never light it under water.
Hope you drowned like I meant your order.
Come on, let's drown her.
Go to hell,
Annabelle.
like
I meant your order.
Come on then.