From the recording Appalachian Blues
Lyrics
I sent three to heaven and two to hell
They're gonna put me underneath the jail
Til I find myself at the short end of a long rope
But I could think of worse ways to go
Two were devils, three were in the way
But stray bullets kill just the same
I wish I'd never taken it as my code
By any means necessary is all I know
They sent a priest to absolve my sins
But he didn't talk none about heaven
He said there's no hope for a murderous soul
My destination is way down deep below
I sent three to heaven and two to hell
They're gonna put me underneath the jail
Til I find myself at the short end of a long rope
But I could think of worse ways to go
I sent three to heaven and two to hell
They're gonna put me underneath the jail
Til I find myself at the short end of a long rope
But I could think of worse ways to go
I could think of worse ways to go
Anyway, away I go