Sue Mundy
© 2004 Kiya Heartwood
Thirteen steps up to my grave no more the black flag will I wave
Preacher tells me I've been saved calling me Sue Mundy
Marcellus Clarke is my true name Simpson County's pride and shame
Raising horses, hemp and slaves a son of old Kentucky
The Orphan Grey I did put on captured at Fort Donaldson with my pardon I walked home just a poor
Civilian but Brainbridge called in marshall law for every Federal dead now he'd hang four
Whispering behind their doors there goes a rebel soldier
So I took to murder then stealing horses, robbing men burning wagons, bending rails
We were always hungry Lord give me corn and give me beans faster horses and the means
To k** the Yankees as I please and take back my good country
When I was younger, fancy free I dressed in ladies finery
To make a proud girl notice me the boys called me Sue Mundy
When George Prentis heard this name he thought to bring the Yankees shame
He wrote that a guerrilla band was lead by a girl, Sue Mundy
The Federals then pressed us hard and trapped us in a farmers barn
I surrendered as a prisoner of war they said you'll hang, said you'll hang, said you'll hang Sue Mundy
Retribution, sacrificial lamb no defense witness took the stand
Twelve thousand heard the band play the Dead March for Sue Mundy
When I was dead they rushed the gallows looking for greenbacks in my clothes
Left me naked in the bloody road and I was only twenty
Now God knows that war's a sin sanctifying k**ing men
No one's righteous in the end, a song of old Sue Mundy