Elizabeth Cotten - Willie lyrics

Johnson said to Willie Oh, one Friday night Sure you can come to my father's house Sure you take your life Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard Willie went to his father's house On one Saturday eve Johnson shot that poor boy Fell upon his knees Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard O Lord, oh, me, oh, Lord, oh, my I shot little Willie, Lord, he's bound to die Ain't it hard Oh, Lord, oh, me Trouble I can see I shot little Willie, Lord Police after me Ain't it hard Oh, Lord, Officer O'Daniel How can it be? All around my bedside Poor Willie creeps Ain't it hard Oh, Lord, oh, me Oh, Lord, oh, my I shot little Willie, Lord He's bound to die Ain't it hard Went to the country To get me a drink of gin When I got back, Lord Police took me in Ain't it hard Rubber tire buggy Rubber tire hack Took him to the cemetery Won't bring him back Ain't it hard