Down the crooked road a ways A child´s shadow hiding in the briar Tending to a twisted heart that´s bent and broken Wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot
Moon, crimson moon Rose marie´s walking down the crooked road a ways All aglow, her fair white skin Portrait of beauty, angel to many Hears the hush crying from the briar Reaches in her hand to see what´s the matter And is dragged through the darkness Beneath the lonely cypress The town´s beloved daughter Carried to her death in the turbid waters And set afloat downstream
Whole town erupts, bursts into flame Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways Find old rufus there drunk and asleep
Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter Can´t hold back these waves of anger Tie a rope around his neck See if he still hollers Another innocent soul hangs over the briar