(C. Woodsmith)
Verona left when she was only 16
She gave no reason but needing to fly
She joined up with a traveling band, and lady luck she took her hand
Left all of her demons behind
She wove her unabashed story
All throughout the south
Verona she carried the truth of a child
She was a gypsy queen, her hair a raven sheen
She made love so strong and wild
Now theyre a bringing her home
Sweet Verona
Got her very own box in which to lay
Now theyre a bringing her home
From Louisiana
Hallelujah lord shes home to stay
I kept the postcards that she sent me
She pa**ed through our way only once more
When Mama died she stood just outside the church
But she was gone when I ran out the door
Now theyre a bringin her home
Sweet Verona
Got her very own box in which to lay
Now theyre a bringing her home
From Louisiana
Hallelujah lord shes home to stay
Dont know how she died, they said they found her that way
Covered in j**els that she bought at the pawn
They said her fire burned so bright, that it
It kept her alight, and it burned till she was gone
Now theyre a bringin her home
Sweet Verona
Got her very own box in which to lay
Now theyre a bringing her home
From Louisiana
Hallelujah lord shes home to stay