Well,
they buried her on
the side of the mountain
Where my darlin' sleeps in the ground
I stayed by her side till they
covered her over
And the last old shovel was laid down
Till the last old shovel was laid down,
laid down
The last old shovel was laid down
Well, I stayed by her side
and I cried and I cried
When the last old shallow was laid down
Oh, I think of her when it's starvation rain
On the mountain far away
I long to be laid by her side
on the mountain
That'll be rest for me on that day
And he rest for me on that day, on that day
He rest for me on that day
Oh, I long to be laid by her side
On the mountain,
on that mountain far away
Oh, bury me where my true
love is sleepin'
Where she lies in the lonesome ground
I will find sweet rest by the
side of my daughter
When the last old shovel is laid down
When the last old shovel is laid down,
laid down
When the last old shovel is laid down
I will find sweet rest by the
side of my door
Oh
Ha ha, I learned that tune
from a uncle of mine.
Now, they lived way back in the woods.
And back years ago,
there wasn't many automobiles.
You know that.
Well, they lived on a dirt road,
and one time, my uncle and aunt was
a -sittin' out on the front porch,
and they heard a rumblin'
and a whizzin'
and a scourin' a -comin' around the corner,
and they didn't know what
in the world it was.
Well, directly here come around the corner,
a Model T Ford.
Well, they hadn't never seen one before.
And they jumped up
and run in the house.
And directly here come my uncle
out
with a double -barrel shotgun.
And when that Model T got right
next to the house,
he blazed away with both
barrels.
Well, when he did, that man of driving
jumped out and run up in the bushes.
And my aunt hollered and said, Earl,
did you get him?
And he said, no, I didn't get him,
but I made him turn that man loose.
Oh, we would love to sing a song here called Southern Bound,
and I don't know how it starts.
I think Joe Edwards
will start it out on the guitar,
will you Joe?