Nhạc sĩ: Mississippi John Hurt
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Miss Collins weep, Miss Collins moan, To see her son Lewis leavin' home,
And the angels laid him away, The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay, And the angels laid him away.
Old Bob shot one, Lewis shot two, He shot for Collins, shot him through and through,
And the angels laid him away, The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay, And the angels laid him away.
Now kind friends, well ain't it hard, To see poor Lewis in a new graveyard,
And the angels laid him away, The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay, And the angels laid him away.
Now when they heard Lewis was dead, All of the women were dressed in red,
And the angels laid him away, The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay, And the angels laid him away.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,