In the beautiful hills, way back in Roane Country
There`s where I roamed for many long years
There`s where my heart`s been tending most ever
That`s where the first step of misfortune I made
I was about thirty years when I courted and married
Amanda Gilbraith I then called my wife
But her brother stabbed me for some unknown reason
Just three months later I`d taken Tom`s life
For twenty five years this whole world I rambled
I went to old England to France and to Spain
But I thought of my home way back in Roan Country
I boarded a steamer and came back again
I was captured and tried in the village of Kingston
Not a man in the county would speak one kind word
When the jury came in with the verdict next morning
A lifetime in prison was the words that I heard
When the train pulled out poor mother stood weepin
And sister she sat alone with a sigh
And the last words I heard was Willie God bless you
Was Willie God bless you, God bless you, good bye
Sweet Martha was grave but Corey was better
There`s better and worse, although you can see
Boys when you write home from the prison in Nashville
Place one of my songs in your letter for me