Poorwhite - Hod Putt testo lyric

TESTO

Here I lie close to the grave
of Old Bill Piersol
Who grew rich trading with the Indians
And who afterwards took the bankrupt law
And emerged from it richer than ever
Myself grown tired of toil and poverty
And beholding how Old Bill
and others grew in wealth
Robber a traveller one night near Proctor's grove
killing him unwittingly while doing so
For the which I was tried and hanged.
That was my way of going into bankruptcy
Now we who took the bankrupt lawin our repsective ways
Sleep peacefully side by side.