Lyrics

I won't speak ill of the dead I will not speak ill of the dead But I can't forget the words she said Lying in her dying bed Some said they heard her cry Some said they heard her cry I'm not about to tell a lie Won't admit I did it till I die I know he loved me best I know he loved me best How easily she undressed I hope she likes eternal rest Ha ahhh ahhhhhh Ha ahhh ahhhhhh Her lips as sweet as wine Her lips as sweet as wine Kissing on that man of mine This will be the last time Blood stains on my hands Blood stains upon my hands I meddled with the good God's plan Now I'll never reach the glory land I will never be content I will never be content I'll forever sing a slow lament Before I ever do repent.