Crooked Still

I am wading deep waters trying to get home Lord I am wading deep waters trying to get home I am wading deep

Oh my darling Lay yourself down Ill tell you a sad sad tale of the love that I hadnt found Till you

Good mornin, my darlin, I said from the door My bags are all packed, you wont see me anymore. The room it

When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing

She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind. She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy.

Feeling sad and lonesome, I'll tell you the reason why, Just last Monday morning my Dony said goodbye,

Captain, Captain, tell me true does my sweet Willie sail with you? No my dear, he isn't here for he is

Not many years their rounds shall roll Each moment brings it nigh And all your glories stand revealed

Over yonder in the graveyard Where the wild, wild flowers grow There they laid my own true lover

"Good mornin', my darlin'", I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won't see me

"Someone is absent," the shepherd said As over my classbook he bent his head "For several