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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Sam met his fate at Round Rock, July the twenty-third,
They pierced poor Sam with rifle balls and emptied out his purse.
Poor Sam he is a corpse and six feet under clay,
And Jackson's in the bushes trying to get away.
Jim had borrowed Sam's good gold and didn't want to pay,
The only shot he saw was to give poor Sam away.
He sold out Sam and Barnes and left their friends to mourn—
Oh, what a scorching Jim will get when Gabriel blows his horn?
And so he sold out Sam and Barnes and left their friends to mourn, Oh, what a scorching Jim will get when Gabriel blows his horn! Perhaps he's got to heaven, there's none of us can tell [or say], But if I'm right in my surmise he's gone right straight to hell [or the other way].