Lyrics

“Mothers and Sons”
Album – Broken Ties
By Maggie Vogts
Copyright 2018

Rode into Saint Jo just the other day,
covered in a dusty shawl.
Looking for the place where my baby boy lay
his head on a rocky floor, floor. His head on a rocky floor.

Carrying a clipping of a borderline brawl.
Seven young men are dead.
Soon will be eight, ‘cause the hangman’s noose
gonna fall over Willie’s head, Lord. Fall over Willie’s head.

Baby Willie in my dreams
Willie swinging over me

I took me to the jailer, and the sheriff, too.
Found myself at the judge’s door.
Begging for a word with my Willie boy,
before he takes the gallows floor, floor. Before he has to walk the floor.

Leaning in the corner of his iron cell,
stony as a flint hill grave.
Willie’s burning holes through the darkest night,
helling his life away, Lord. Helling his life away.
Turning his face away, my Lord. Turning his face away.

Baby Willie in my dreams
Willie swinging over me

Baby Willie won’t be free.
Willie, my Willie haunting me.

Willie’s just a lad; and it’s hard to tell
why he’s taken this wicked road.
You can point a finger; I can pin the blame,
but I guess I should have loved him more, more. Guess I should have loved him more.

Guess I should have loved my Willie more. Oh, I should have loved my Willie more.