Ring Beneath the Pillow

Come hell or high water my love
Come cops or border guards
I will live by the vows we spoke
Or I will not live at all

Summer 1876
I wrote a song and it went like this
She sang it on down to the bank and back
While I hammered old stakes in a new wood track saying
Honey don’t take no money from the man
I’ll send more just as soon as I can

Come season long and cupboards bare
Come the coldest winter in 18 summers
Pray not forsake the vows we spoke
She hides her ring beneath the pillow

Winter 1876
She sang a song on behalf of our kids
She sang it on down to the bank and back
While I hammered old stakes in a new wood track saying
Honey don’t take no money from the man
I’ll send more just as soon as I can