LYRICS

Poor Ellen Smith

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found
Shot through the heart lying dead on the ground

Whiskey tasted so fine my blood began to run
Murdered poor Ellen with a forty-four gun

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found
Shot through the heart lying dead on the ground

Who had the heart, who had the will
To murder poor Ellen for a five dollar bill

Poor Ellen is in her grave her hands across her breast
The sheriff and the blood hounds will never know no rest

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found
Shot through the heart lying dead on the ground

Traditional, adapted and arranged by Derroll Adams

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