Long Black Veil - Live in Ireland

We, uh, did a song from- for you from the San Quentin album

Here's a song that we recorded live at

Folsom Prison, February 11th, 1968, it was

Ten years ago on a cold, dark night

Someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights

There were few at the scene, but they all agreed

That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me

Now she walks these hills in a long black veil

Visits my grave when the night winds wake

Nobody knows, nobody sees

Nobody knows but me

The scaffold was high, eternity near

She stood in a crowd, shed not a tear

But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans

In a long black veil, she cries over the bone

Though she walks these hills in a long black veil

She visits my grave when the night winds wake

Nobody knows, nobody sees

Nobody knows but me

The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?

If you were somewhere else, you won't have to die

" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life

I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Now she walks these hills in a long black veil

She visits my grave when the night winds wake

Nobody knows, nobody sees

Nobody knows but me

Nobody knows, nobody sees

Nobody knows but me

Chris Christoferson