Wishing Chair - Sue Mundy lyrics

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