Текст песни: This Is How We Do Things In The Country + перевод

The first and last time I met her

We was children seven years by She held my hand so softly

She was perfectly shy

My family went to wander

Six years in foreign lands

I returned home last evening

To take her by my hand

Long about break of morning

I met with my girl

She looked at me with crossed eyes

So I sent her from this world

I cracked her with my shovel

She bent my shovel’s blade

She still had them crossed eyes

As I dug her crooked grave

(chorus x2)

This is how it’s always been

This is how we do things in the country

Long the next morning

The rains they came down

Washed away that crooked grave

Washed her straight into town

She nudged against Judge Henry

She looked at him with cockeyes

Judge Henry, he’s as thick as the best built dam

But even he knew she’d passed on by Long late that evening

I sought her kin folk out

I asked to sing at her funeral

They said, «Son we’d be proud»

My song it began to bend and break

As the box went in the ground

They dug her a brand new hole

With walls true up and down

Chorus x2

Late in the dark time

I went creeping round the town

Entered every pineboard shed

All their tools I did found

I put them in my vice grip

Turned them to the left and right

Returned them to their tool sheds

Straightened out this town with might

Now when they hoe a garden

Well it angles to the northeast

When they raise a new building

It leans askew and Lord does it creak

Now when they shape the new tools

From the ones he’s made unstraight

See every which way--think--they cross it up Lord these crooked graves they will be our fate.

Chorus x4

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