More songs by Molly Tuttle
Description
Mastering Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Assistant Engineer: Bobby Louden
Unknown: Bobby Louden
Upright Bass: Byron House
Production Co- Ordinator: Court Blankenship
Engineer, Mixer: Jason Hall
Unknown: Jaxon Hargrove
Bass Drums: Jay Joyce
Acoustic Guitar: Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar: Jay Joyce
Keyboards, Programming: Jay Joyce
Mixer, Producer: Jay Joyce
Hammond B3 Organ: Jay Joyce
Wurlitzer Piano: Jay Joyce
Juno Synthesizer: Jay Joyce
Assistant Engineer: Jimmy Mansfield
Fiddle: Ketch Secor
Acoustic Guitar: Ketch Secor
Background Vocals: Ketch Secor
Acoustic Guitar: Molly Tuttle
Vocals: Molly Tuttle
Writer: Molly Tuttle
Writer: Ketch Secor
Writer: Trannie Anderson
Writer: Paul Sikes
Lyrics and translation
Original
Off a no-name road on Chickasaw Bluff
Feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up
When you see those cypress roots that wind
'Round a marble stone says Bill O'Brian
Legend lives the old folks tell
The ghost of a lawman haunts these hills
Looking for the woman that shot him down
And the .44 that was never found
Under that Chickasaw ground
Rosalee
You better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what if they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
More thorn than rose how oft' they'd say
Of the girl with the golden hair in braids
Raven eyes and her copper kettle
Charmed the hearts of the best bootleggers
Bill O'Brian moved in on the bluff
He laid the law down a little too rough
Busting every keg and still
'Til he fell in love with that whiskey gal
If I can't have her, no man will
Rosalee
You better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what if they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
What if they knew Miss Betty Lou
Had seen him at the dance that night
What if they noticed Otis Johnson begging him not to fight
What if they heard his final words layin' by the cypress tree
Rosalee, Rosalee
Off a no-name road on Chickasaw Bluff
There's a wise old woman with a whiskey jug
Some say saint, some say killer
They never could prove who pulled that trigger
Beneath those cypress roots that wind
The secret died with Bill O'Brian
He'll follow her to the depths of hell
Mix love and whiskey, it won't end well
Sometimes you can hear him yell
Rosalee
You'd better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what it they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
Rosalee, Rosalee
English translation
Off a no-name road on Chickasaw Bluff
Feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up
When you see those cypress roots that wind
'Round a marble stone says Bill O'Brian
Legend lives the old folks tell
The ghost of a lawman haunts these hills
Looking for the woman that shot him down
And the .44 that was never found
Under that Chickasaw ground
Rosalee
You better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what if they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
More thorn than rose how oft' they'd say
Of the girl with the golden hair in braids
Raven eyes and her copper kettle
Charmed the hearts of the best bootleggers
Bill O'Brian moved in on the bluff
He laid the law down a little too rough
Busting every keg and still
'Til he fell in love with that whiskey gal
If I can't have her, no man will
Rosalee
You better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what if they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
What if they knew Miss Betty Lou
Had seen him at the dance that night
What if they noticed Otis Johnson begging him not to fight
What if they heard his final words layin' by the cypress tree
Rosalee, Rosalee
Off a no-name road on Chickasaw Bluff
There's a wise old woman with a whiskey jug
Some say saint, some say killer
They never could prove who pulled that trigger
Beneath those cypress roots that wind
The secret died with Bill O'Brian
He'll follow her to the depths of hell
Mix love and whiskey, it won't end well
Sometimes you can hear him yell
Rosalee
You'd better run before they hunt you down in Tennessee
Damn that deputy
'Cause a jealous heart ain't worth the cost
Of hanging from the gallows tree
And what it they find out just who fired the gun
Rosalee, you better run
Rosalee, Rosalee