The Coward

Back during the civil war A woman's son was forced to serve But he was nothing more than a coward For he just didn't have the nerve He ran away from his regiment And made his way back home But he would pay for his cowardly sin For one day he must atone Underneath the woman's house Were three very small doors She would always hide her son down there Under her livingroom floor The doors were always locked And only the woman had the key She would always wait til nightfall To open them, and set him free They came searching once or twice But nothing, was ever found For when they came, the woman would stomp So he'd know not to make a sound Now the woman was getting older And no matter how hard she tried She just couldn't keep on going Til she had a stroke and died Three weeks had come and gone Before anyone knew she was dead They said the smell was horrible When they found her in her bed Remember I told you that soon her son Would pay for his cowardly sin? He starved to death, under her house In the place, he's always been