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Oh brother Green, oh come to me,
For I am shot and bleeding,
Now I must die, no more to see,
My w

This amazingly haunting piece grabs the listener by the heart and dares them not to shed a tear for

I am a roving gambler,
I gambled down in town,
Whereever I () for the sake of the cards I'll lie m

An old traditional song described on the record label as a "Mountaineer's Song with violin and guita

We'll met we'll met said an old true love
We'll met we'll met said he
I'm just returning from the

Recorded on April 14, 1930 in Atlanta, Georgia. This ballad was collected by Child as "The Daemon Lo