Walker's Woods - Ed Bruce

I stole her from Emmett Fry, and now what’s done is done

Like any man I’m afraid to die, but I’m hurt too bad to run

I ran with her to Walker’s Woods with him close on my heels;

I knew he’d kill to get her back, and I know just how he feels

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker’s Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker’s Woods a haven for the damned

By the quicksand over there my dream came to an end:

She said it was a big mistake, that she’d return to him

So I gave her to the hungry sands, now all I loved is dead--

And all that’s left is the scarlet rag that she wore upon her head

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker’s Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even it could

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker’s Woods a haven for the damned

I’ve no regrets;

I loved her;

five more minutes I’ll be free--

I’d have made it if that cottonmouth hadn’t made his strike at me

But I have to laugh when I think how mad old Emmett’s going to be

When he finds out he never got to take one shot at me

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker’s Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker’s Woods a haven for the damned