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 {name: CHORUS} 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 {name: CHORUS} Bob shot one and Louis shot two Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through Angels laid him away {name: CHORUS} When they heard that Louis was dead All the women folks they dressed in red Angels laid him away {name: CHORUS} Oh kind friends, now ain't it hard To see poor Louis in a new grave yard Angels laid him away {name: CHORUS} Mrs Collins weep, Mrs Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Angels laid him away {name: CHORUS}