The angels laid him away The angels laid her away Angels laid them away Angels laid him away They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid them away Louis Collins took a trip out west When he returned, little Delia had gone to rest Louis said to

The angels laid him away Angels laid him away Laid him six feet under the clay Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard See young Louis in that old graveyard Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Bob shot one, Louis shot two

I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Six feet in the clay I will drink muddy water I'm gonna sing this song Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold