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A condemned man story song.
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Far Away
Words and Music, John Whitehead, c. 2009
Far away across the mountains, nestled in the smoky hills
There’s a humble little farmhouse, that in memory lingers still
I can see my mother standin’, shadowed in the cabin door
Beggin’ son, please don’t leave here, fear I’ll never see you more
In twelve hours I’ll climb the scaffold, they’ll put a rope over my head
Now they’re bringin’ pen and paper, for a letter sent after I’m dead
I fell in with a gang of rounders, they promised me a tidy stack
If I would only keep my eyes peeled, while they filled their money sack
Said the law could never touch me, for I was only seventeen
And though I never pulled a trigger, I’m guilty by conspiracy
Now dear mother, don’t you grieve me, you and Father did your best
One kiss more would I bestow thee, were they to grant my last request
Daddy, I can hear you whistlin’, callin’ us at suppertime
While the wind it whispers gently, making music in the pines
Give my watch to little Willie, he’ll have more need of it then me
And the bible Nana gave me, please donate to charity
Now the preacher’s here to take me, my last night on earth is done
And May God have mercy on me, signed your ever-loving son.
Far away across the mountains, nestled in the smoky hills.
There’s a humble little farmhouse, where a letter sits on a win
Words and Music, John Whitehead, c. 2009
Far away across the mountains, nestled in the smoky hills
There’s a humble little farmhouse, that in memory lingers still
I can see my mother standin’, shadowed in the cabin door
Beggin’ son, please don’t leave here, fear I’ll never see you more
In twelve hours I’ll climb the scaffold, they’ll put a rope over my head
Now they’re bringin’ pen and paper, for a letter sent after I’m dead
I fell in with a gang of rounders, they promised me a tidy stack
If I would only keep my eyes peeled, while they filled their money sack
Said the law could never touch me, for I was only seventeen
And though I never pulled a trigger, I’m guilty by conspiracy
Now dear mother, don’t you grieve me, you and Father did your best
One kiss more would I bestow thee, were they to grant my last request
Daddy, I can hear you whistlin’, callin’ us at suppertime
While the wind it whispers gently, making music in the pines
Give my watch to little Willie, he’ll have more need of it then me
And the bible Nana gave me, please donate to charity
Now the preacher’s here to take me, my last night on earth is done
And May God have mercy on me, signed your ever-loving son.
Far away across the mountains, nestled in the smoky hills.
There’s a humble little farmhouse, where a letter sits on a win
Carrie71
Thought I already commented...anyway. I absolutely love your voice. Your songs are always top notch quality!