in the midst of Rome county,
That's where I have lived for
That's where my heart has
That's where the first step
For nearly five years I courted
Her three brothers stabbed me
this whole world I rambled
And I thought of my home,
in the village of Old Kingston
would speak one fine word
with a verdict next morning
was the word that I heard
When the train left the shed,
was about el even -thirty
an d the handcuffs were tight
Takin' hold of the throttle
In the fields of Big Brushy
Some went to that grave, I'm sorry to say
Station there in Old Nashville
On the foundry I'm toilin'
Yes, toilin' and worryin'
on the bank of old Tumala
Just as soon as I've finished
That's good and that's better all over,
Boys, when you write home
from the prison in Nashville
Place a verse of this song
No matter how long my sentence may be
for it's a way up in the East Tennessee.
