The Answer to Little Blossom Hank Snow

Oh dear, I'm so sad and heart broken
Waiting in my prison cell
To be trialled for the death of sweet blossom
My baby that I love so well

Last night as I drank in the barroom
Through the front door my little girl came
I watched as she slowly approached me
And trembled as she spoke my name

My mind was wounded from drinking
As I looked on her face sweet and fair
I thought that a demon approached me
For I strucked her down with my chair

In a flash with my reason returning in pride
I looked down at my feet
And saw not the foam of a demon
But my little blossom so sweet

I gathered her close to my bosom
Her laugh was fast fading away
Dear God, I have murdered my baby
And now with my life I must pay

I'm thinking tonight of that June day
I walked down isle with my bride
When I promised to love and protect her
She then was my joy and my pride