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THE BOY THAT BURNED IN BERRYVILLE JAIL Sung by: Fred High Recorded in High, AR 8/26/59 Click here to listen to the original recording My name is Floyd Eddings, The son of old Doc. He hardly denied me, But I'm one of his flock-- Stay home and go naked-- I'm one of his flock. (Mr. High: "I . . . now you see there, I've got it again . . .") My name, it is Floyd Eddings, The son of old Doc. He hardly denied me, But I'm one of his flock. Hell is my portion, Stay at home without one cent, And to old Carrolton, A-robbing I went. I went to Green Forest And hired to work. They come and handcuffed me And took me to court. They summoned a jury-- Didn't cost them one cent-- And to old Berryville A-courting I went. They give me my supper And locked the door fast. They left me there lonely To think of the past. The jailhouse caught fire; I called for help. They didn't come anigh me, But lay there and slept. The plagued old jailer Went after the key. He didn't find it 'Til the jail fire burnt me. (Mr. High: "That's about all of it.") |
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