Steeldrivers - Hear the Willow Cry Lyrics
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Hear the Willow Cry
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What Are The Lyrics For Hear the Willow Cry By Steeldrivers?
Won't you bury me beneath the tree
Where my family lies, where my family lies' Let the fog lay low on the mountain high Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry Ain't no redemption for the thing that I have done The devil owns you once the bullets left your gun All I can think of with this rope around my neck Is I'd be much obliged if you grant me one request Won't you bury me, beneath the tree Where my family lies, where my family lies' Let the fog lay low, on the mountain high Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry My soul turned black as coal When I walked the streets at night 'Cause in my heart I knew that something wasn't right And I went crazy when I found her with that man But I felt better once the blood was on my hands Won't you bury me beneath the tree Where my family lies, where my family lies' Let the fog lay low on the mountain high Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry Won't you bury me beneath the tree Where my family lies, where my family lies' Let the fog lay low on the mountain high Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry Hear the willow cry, hear the willow cry |
Who Wrote Hear the Willow Cry By Steeldrivers?
Christopher Stapleton, Liz Hengber
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What's The Duration Of The Hear the Willow Cry By Steeldrivers?The duration of Hear the Willow Cry is 2:59 minutes and seconds. |
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