The Other Favorites - The Ballad Of John Mccrae lyrics

On the banks of the Missouri Annie Washed up in the clay And they took her to her father Told him it was John McCrae Now I'm running through the badlands Covering my tracks Northward toward Dakota With the devil on my back Oh, the river flows To our immortal home (To our immortal home, it flows to our home) Oh Annie, oh my soul Well I took her down by the stream side For to make that girl my bride But in the fold of her pretty white dress Lay her father's bowie knife Well she pulled that steel blade on me Told me she would take my life So I pushed her into the river She went under with the tide Oh, the river flows To our immortal home (To our immortal home, it flows to our home) Oh Annie, oh my soul Well the hound dogs they overtook me 40 miles past Harding town And I told that young Douglas sherriff "Boy, you'd better shoot me now." He said "Poor Johnny, by my orders Your life I cannot take But I'll be smiling at your hanging When they lay you in the grave." Oh, the river flows To our immortal home (To our immortal home, it flows to our home) Oh Annie, oh my soul I am standing at the gallows And the scaffold it is high And the hangman asked my last words Before I'm condemned to die And I begged God, "Don't forgive me For the troubles I have sown For I'll soon see my pretty Annie In the hell fire down below." Oh, the river flows To our immortal home (To our immortal home, it flows to our home) Oh Annie, oh my soul Oh Annie, oh my soul Oh Annie, oh my soul