Marshallville

In 1897 down in Marshallville

The man John Brown was runnin' town and the law was dead and still

John rode in the third of May with twelve men by his side

They shot the sheriff and they hung the judge before the day could turn to night

By the fifth of May, the news had spread and word finally got around

To Darcy Flynn the Reverend whose wife lay in the ground

Two years ago on a snowy night, Darcy's wife was home alone

The Rev returned to find his house was burned and his love lie cold as stone

As he knelt by the ashes, he noticed somethin' out of place

A knife stuck down in the ground with the name John Brown engraved

After two long years of waiting, the knife clutched in his hand

He's crossin' the hill toward Marshallville a changed and broken man

He seeks the kind of justice that a Reverend shouldn't give

'Cause on this day John Brown would pay for the wages of his sin

The story goes at day's end that Brown lay in the street

With twelve men just as dead as him and a knife lay at his feet

Through the years, no one ever knew what happened to Reverend Flynn

John Brown was killed in Marshallville and he won't be back again