poor ellen smith
Singer:gillian welch
her curves were all matted
her clothes scattered around
blood marked the spot where old ellen was found
they picked up her body and off they did go
to the lonesome graveyard
they picked up their rifles
they caught me loafing in my old town
they sent me to prison for twenty long years
i see ellen and cry bitter tears
the warden just told me that soon i'd be free
to visit her grave under that old willow tree
it's often i think of sweet ellen so dear