Cactus Bro. Bill
People said it was cocaine
People claimed it was gin
I know the girl and the [dew-house] man
That done my brother in
Chorus
They put the last clean shirt
On my poor brother Bill
They put the last clean shirt
On my poor brother Bill
They found him in the back seat
Of an old abandoned Ford
[Catch] the hand of my brother Bill
It was a stiff as a running board
[chorus]
The preacher said, he's gone now
Gone to another place
They lowered him down into the ground
I felt a tear trickle down my face
[chorus]
The preacher said, he's gone now
Gone to another place
They lowered him down into the ground
I felt a tear trickle down my face
[chorus]
