Gary Stewart Williamson County
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
