Real Death of Robert Mills
What's the real death of Robert Mills
His friends all call him Bobby
He lives up in the hills
We ain't seen him around
He don't come through town
Some say his body's likely never been found
Was he strung up from the gallows pole
Dancing like a fool in his own shadow
Or was it just old age that crept up on him
Whispered in his ear man your future looks grim
Won't you come back and haunt me
For the rest of my days
My faith is in shambles
I've had no time to pray
His friends all call him Bobby
He lives up in the hills
We ain't seen him around
He don't come through town
Some say his body's likely never been found
Was he strung up from the gallows pole
Dancing like a fool in his own shadow
Or was it just old age that crept up on him
Whispered in his ear man your future looks grim
Won't you come back and haunt me
For the rest of my days
My faith is in shambles
I've had no time to pray
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Writer(s): Lee Seburn
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