Louis Collins (Mississippi John Hurt)

Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned, To see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned, To see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away Oh, Bob shot once and Louis shot too, Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through The angels laid him away Oh, kind friends, oh, ain't it hard? To see poor Louis in a new graveyard The angels laid him away The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead All the people they dressed in red The angels laid him away The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned, To see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away