I'll sell your kisses for the family farm
I'll steal your hand and blood from your arm
Now she gone long gone
Gone, long gone
Our love at first had us both in a thrill
That urge to kill came on cemetery hill
Now she gone, long gone
Now she gone, long gone
Lowly preachers and ol' boatmen
Sharing jelly rolls and eating from both ends
Now she gone, long gone
Now she gone, long gone
I'll be the scum of the crosse
And you'll be my Potosi princess
