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Date: 9/8/97; 1:18:24 AM
From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)
Subject: HILLS OF ROAN COUNTY


HILLS OF ROAN COUNTRY
Recorded by The Stanley Brothers
Words and music by Carter Stanley & Ralph Stanley

In the [D] beautiful hills, - way [G] back in Roan [D] County
There's where I roamed - for [E] many long [A7] years
There's where my [D] heart's - been [G] tending most [D] ever
There's where the first step of mis-[A7] fortune I [D] made.

I was thirty years old - when I courted and married
When Armanda Gilbreath - was then called my wife
Her brother stabbed me - for some unknown reason
Just three months later I'd taken Tom's life.

For twenty five years - this whole world I rambled
I went to old England, - to France and to Spain
Then I thought of my home - way back in Roan Country
I boarded a steamer and I come back again.

I was captured and tried - in the village of Kingston
Not man in this county - would speak one kind word
When the jury came in - with a verdict next morning
A lifetime in prison was the words that I heard.

When the train pulled out - poor mother stood weepin'
And sister she sat, - alone with a sigh
And the last words I heard - was, "Willie God bless you."
Was, "Willie, God Bless you, God bless you, goodbye."

No matter what happens - to me in Roan Country
No matter how long - my sentence may be
I love my old home - way back in Roan Country
It's a way back down in old East Tennessee.

*In the scorching hot sand - by the foundry I'm working
Toilin' and workin' - my poor life away
They'll measure my grave - on the banks of old Cumberland
Just as soon as I finish the rest of my days.

Sweet Martha was buried, - but Corey was better
There's better and worse - although you can see
Boys when you write home - from the prison in Nashville
Place one of my songs in your letter for me.

*Additional verse.