"The Lonesome Grave Of Celia Browne" lyrics

They buried Celia on the mountain side, on the mountain side, on the mountain side
Accused of coercion and dancin' with the devil, you can hear her cry, hear her cry
And from her grave a tree as tall as heaven grew and seemed to touch the sky
They hung a thousand men from the tree that grew from Celia's grave

And you can still hear her whisper
"I'm coming to get you" some say, from an ol' guitar

Last seen in Mexico in the hands of the marauder named Sonny Jones, Sonny Jones
He shot himself with the gun he used to steal the guitar that he stole the day he died
And at his funeral they laid a single rose but no one spoke a single word

And you can still hear the whisper
"I'm coming to get you" some say, from an ol' guitar
That they carved from a tree that hung poor ol' me
Now I dance with Celia
Ain't no sound in the world like the sound
From the curse that was heard, from an ol' guitar

And you can still hear her whisper
"I'm coming to get you" some say, from an ol' guitar
That they carved from a tree that hung poor ol' me
Now I dance with Celia
With Celia
With Celia (with Celia)