Williamson County - Gary Stewart

Up the stairs and to the back door

Of a Williamson County hotel

Lives a lady who sells her time

Ive grown to know her quite well

Each Sunday would find us

On a picnic by the riverside

Then we’d ride her surrey

Down on Carter’s Creek Pike

This Sunday she acts different

I feel theres something strange

Her lips began to speak

Another mans name

To think that only moments ago

I picked her a blood red rose

Now the same hands that catered to her

Are clutching at her throat

She struggled to find strength

Then I heard her scream

You’re haunted and love will not die here

I’ll return to curse your dreams

So each night in my dreams

My mind will wander

Down to the river

That I put her under

And I ride this nightmare

All over Williamson County

The devil waits on my soul for his payment

I await the hunter of my bounty