Ballad of a Law Abiding Sophisticate Songtext
von Colter Wall

Well marry me
To a loop and a tree
What that ol′ judge called the first degree

And all the folks around town
Swore to lay me
In the ground
They found out I put that poor boy down


You see I
Did not much care
For the way
That he'd sit and glare
So I closed
His eyes for good
With a bar-room chair

So gonna lay my poor bones
Past Appalachian stones
Far beneath that cold ground all alone

Oh but if you′re asking me
Where I would rather be
It was worth it
To see that boy
Cut from the knees