Hills Of Roane County

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