Gourds Lowlands Lyrics

 Rode him wet through this August heat  
 I took me a German bride  
 all empty and bloody inside  
  
 in the dark I heard a thief  
 he stole my money and my grief  
 in the morning I wanted to die  
 the doctor cut me the lawyer lied  
  
 stop yer waiting and just go  
 don't be saying what you don't know  
 for the lowlands I am bound  
 where my pale bride will be found 



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