One, two, one, two, three, four      Down the crooked road a ways   A child's shadow hiding in the briar   Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken   Wounded and abandoned, left amongst the rotted root to rot      Moon, crimson moon   Rose Marie's walking down the crooked road a ways   All aglow, her fair white skin   Portrait of beauty, angel to many      Hears the hush crying from the briar   Reaches in her hand to see what's the matter   Is dragged through the darkness   Beneath the lonely cypress      The town's beloved daughter   Carried to her death in the turbid waters   Set afloat downstream      Whole town erupts, bursts into flame   Parties go a searching down the crooked road a ways   Find Old Rufus there, drunk and asleep   Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter      Can't hold back these waves of anger   Tie a rope around his neck, see if he still hollers   Another innocent soul hangs over the briar