Louis Collins

G C Ms Collins weep, Ms Collins moan C C7 F What made her son Louis leave his home? C G C Angels laid him away Angels laid him away Laid him six feet under the clay Angels laid him away Oh kind friends, now ain't it hard To see poor Louis in a new grave yard Angels laid him away Bob shot one and Louis shot two Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through Angels laid him away When they heard that Louis was dead All the women folks they dressed in red Angels laid him away Oh kind friends, now ain't it hard To see poor Louis in a new grave yard Angels laid him away Mrs Collins weep, Mrs Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Angels laid him away