Banks Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bends the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
My dear Lucy Bell
Her daddy locked me in cell
No more will you think of me
He tried to put me in the ground
Left his pistol laying 'round
No more will you think of me
A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bend the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
The sun had gone down
As I headed out of town
No more will you think of me
Hellhounds on my trail
Another bucket down that well
No more will you think of me
A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bend the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me