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Poor Ellen Smith

Tommy Jarrell

 

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Poor Ellen Smith and it's how she was found

Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

 

Oh I hushed back the tears when the people all said

That Peter DeGraff ad shot Ellen Smith dead

 

While I would never made her my wife

I loved her too dearly to take her sweet life

 

They grabbed their Winchester they hunted me down

But I was away in old Mount Airy town

 

They carried me to Winston my trial to stand

To live and to die as the law makes a man

 

Mccartha will hang me he will if he can

God knows if they hang me Iíll die an innocent man

 

 

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