Текст песни Jerry Garcia & David Grisman — Louis Collins

Ms Collins weep, Ms Collins moan
What made her son Louis leave his home?
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