Lyrics:

Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard
See young Louis in that old graveyard
The angels laid him away

Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan
What made her son Louis leave his home?
The angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

Bob shot one, Louis shot two
Shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
The angels laid him away

When they heard ol' Louis was dead
All the womenfolk they dressed in red
The angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

Angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away