The Cooley Gang - The Cooley Gang

Me and the boys we've been hiding out
In our haunt way up in the hills
The famine brought my daddy here when I was just a kid
I went to work in the mills
But tonight we'll go down to Gibbon Glade
Just to see what we can find
I loaded up my little thirty eight
And I'm waiting on the moon to rise
Silently creeping through the last standing timber
We made our way to the door
My pistol it was hot my face it was painted
Like a little idiot ready for war
And we busted on in like a hurricane wind
Full of lightning full of thunder
But the old man he was ready there and I took some buckshot
In the chest and some in the shoulder

Well I read the book I'm a robbing man
I met the devil and I shook his hand
And the sheriff he won't rest until every last one of us hang
The Cooley gang

My brothers they wrapped me up tight in a blanket
And they carried me out into the night
The pain was pretty bad as I lay there swimming in a
Lake of blood and fire
And I could hear the men in the house just a screaming
As Ramsey went to work with knife
For a pistol and shotgun and a twenty dollar bill
Two good men lost their lives

Well I read the book I'm a robbing man
I met the devil and I shook his hand
And the sheriff he won't rest until every last one of us hang
The Cooley gang

I could see the weeping eyes of my mama in the sky
As they caried me out up on the trail
I drank as deep as I could from the handle
Just warm my skin so pale
Well I've been to hell in this life don't you know
And I prayed to Jesus come on take me back
But my hopes were diminished on that cold September evening
When I died in that little mountain shack

Well I read the book I'm a robbing man
I met the devil and I shook his hand
And the sheriff he won't rest until every last one of us hang
The Cooley gang

Written by:
Jason Jaros

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