Lyrics

Gonna get hung at 9am, I can’t say I am innocent
Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill, now I’m gonna get buried on the hill

Being a doctor didn’t pay, except when it helped my prison escape
Me and Bill Gristy learned some stuff, like stagecoach theft to get the gold bullion

Born in Rome, Tennessee, I was gonna make somethin’ special of me
A wealthy doctor everyone would want, Mexican war I sewed soldiers up
California was the place to be, prospector, gambler, robbery
Mrs. Tilghman was shot down, wife of the barber in Maryville town

I think my momma loves me, I think she still could love me
So send her one last note ‘for I go, I didn’t mean to kill, only rob those folks
Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill, Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill
Didn’t expect the woman’s blood to spill
Now I’m gonna buried on the hill
Please Please, remember her my face, the face of old Tom Bell, please tell mother I love her