Collected by Parler
Ora Lee Boss Green Forest, Ark. January 14, 1960
Reel 356, Item 16
My name is Floyd Eddins,
The son of old Doc,
He truly disowned me But I'm one of his flock.
Hell is our po'tion,
Go necked too low (sic).
And on to old Carrollton A-robbin' I'll go.
I went to Green Forest And hired to work,
They come and hand-cuffed me And took me to court.
They summonsed a jury,
It never cost them one cent,
And back to old Berryville To jail I was sent.
They brought me my supper,
They locked the door fast,
And left me there lonely To think of the past.
I sent for my father,
I thought it all well,
He never come a-nigh me,
And I wisht him in hell.
No father, no mother,
No money to spend,
They left me there lonely,
Myself to defend.
The jail house caught on fire,
I called for help,
They never come a-nigh me,
Just lay there and slept.
The plagued old sinner Gone after the keys,
He don't seem to care If the jail fire burns me.
-more-Floyd Eddins Reel 356, Item 16 Continued
I wrapped in my blanket And threw myself down,
They never come a-nigh me Till the jail house burned down.
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