Caleb Meyer

Caleb Meyer, he lived alone, in them hollerin' pines And he made a little whiskey for himself, said it helped to pass the time. Long one evenin' back of my house, Caleb come around And he called my name till I went out, with no one else around. Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna wear them rattling chains, But when I go to sleep at night, don't you call my name. "Where's your husband, Nellie Cane? Where's your darlin' gone? Did he go on down the mountainside and leave you all alone?" "Yes, my husband's gone to Bowling Green to do some business there." Then Caleb threw that bottle down and grabbed me by my hair. Chorus He threw me in the needle bed; across my dress he lay. He pinned my hands above my head, and I commenced to pray. I cried, "My God, I am your child! Send your angels down." Then feeling with my fingertips, the bottle neck I found. I drew that glass across his neck, fine as any blade, Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot around me where I lay. Chorus x 2