Down the crooked road a ways a child's shadow hiding in the briar tending

to a twisted heart that's bent and broken,

wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot moon, crimson

moon rose marie's walking down the crooked road a ways all aglow,

her fair white skin portrait of beauty,

angel to many hears the hush crying from the briar reaches in her hand

to see what's the matter,

and is dragged through the darkness

beneath the lonely cypress the town's beloved daughter

carried to her death in the turbid waters

and set afloat downstream whole town erupts, bursts into flame parties

go a-searching down the crooked road a ways find old rufus there drunk

and asleep fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter

can't hold back these waves of anger tie a rope around his neck see if

he still hollers another innocent soul hangs over the briar