Simon Crutchfield's Grave Songtext

von The Rarely Herd

I remember very well a tale my Daddy used to tell
About ol' Simon Crutchfield and his friends
Now Mary was his pretty wife
And they loved every breath of life,
Before they took ol' Riley Harper in.
Now Simon plowed and worked the fields,
Mary cooked their meals,
And Riley kept and eye out on the plains
Still no one knows just when this
Episode came to an end,
They only knew of Simon Crutchfields grave.
Mary Crutchfield, you should be ashamed.
Get on your knees and pray your soul be saved
Riley Harper, if the devil is to blame,
Why can't you drive by Simon Crutchfields grave?

In the year of 1864, a blizzard came across the moor.
All the crops were sold out, none were saved
And the only way to get to town
Was a wagon road that wound around,
Thru the woods by Simon Crutchfields grave
Now some folks say that they layed there
At least six months or more
Before an old fur trapper found their bones
He claimed they wrote their epitaph
Upon the cabin door
Just as it reads today on marble stone

Mary Crutchfield, here lies Mary Crutchfield.
Cause she betrayed the love that Simon gave
Riley Harper, here lies Riley Harper.
Cause he couldn't drive by Simon Crutchfields grave.