I first saw her on a Sunday at a picnic after church
  She offered me a Sarsaparilla
  The sweetest drink to quench my thirst
  We were to wed down by the water
  Where I planned to pledge her my love
  I had a ring and wildflowers
  And the dried tongue of a turtle dove
  
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  Too man roots around my bones
  Too many worms in my new home
  I might be dead but I ain?t gone
  Too many roots around my bones
  
  I cross the bridge at Miller?s Junction
  And saw a man there on the ground
  Stopped to see if I could help him
  He pulled a gun and shot me down
  He stole the ring while I lay bleeding
  I cried but not because of pain
  But because I knew my gal was waiting
  She?d never take from me my name
  
  In an old pine box under an oak tree
  That?s where I spend my days alone
  I'm calling out from six feet under
  Too many roots around my bones