Little Nellie was married but I didn't give a damn
Took her young body that's just how I am
And for shooting her husband
And taking my life
I shot and killed her and died by a knife

So lead me down boys
Been hanging for days
Drop the trapdoor I got nothing to say

Nellie chopped cotton in a dress soaked with sweat
When she asked me for water I said 'you get what you get'
And all summer after the work was so blue
Riding my truck nobody knew

so lead me down boys
been hanging for days
drop the trapdoor i got nothing to say

The drover John Dearman was sat in my truck
When he came on the string porch I shot the dumb fuck
Nellie ran from the kitchen and kneeled by his side
She stabbed him and stabbed him and that's when he died

So lead me down boys
Been hanging for days
Drop the trapdoor I got nothing to say

So thanks to the judge
And thanks to the jury
Thanks to the lawyers for all that they're worth
Thanks to the sherrif
And thanks to his men
if I ever come back here we can do this again

So lead me down boys
Been hanging for days
Drop the trapdoor I got nothing to say


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Boss Weatherford 1933 song meanings
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