Gary Stewart - Williamson County lyrics

Up the stairs and to the back door of a Williamson County hotel lives a lady who sells her time. Ive grown to know her quite well Each Sunday would find us on a picnic by the riverside Then we'd ride her surrey down on Carter's Creek Pike This Sunday she acts different I feel theres something strange. Her lips began to speak another mans name To think that only moments ago I picked her a blood red rose Now the same hands that catered to her are clutching at her throat She struggled to find strength then I heard her scream You're haunted and love will not die here I'll return to curse your dreams. So each night in my dreams my mind will wander down to the river that I put her under And I ride this nightmare all over Williamson County. The devil waits on my soul for his payment I await the hunter of my bounty.