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    "The Martins and the Coys" Lyrics

    Gene Autry

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    (Alan Cameron - Ted Weems)
    Gene Autry & Smiley Burnette

    Gather 'round me children and I'll tell a story
    Of the mountains and the days when guns was law
    When two fam'lies got to feudin', it was bound to end in shootin'
    So just listen close, I'll tell you what saw.

    Oh, the Martins and the Coys they were reckless mountain boys
    And they took up family feudin' when they'd meet
    They would shoot each other quicker than it took your eye to flicker
    They could knock a squirrel's eye out at ninety feet.

    All this fightin' started out one sunday morning
    When old grandpa Coy was full of mountain dew
    Just as quite as a churchmouse, he stole in the Martin's henhouse
    Cause the Coys they needed eggs for breakfast, too.

    Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
    Coz old grandpa Coy's gone where angels live
    When they found him on the mountain he was bleedin' like a fountain
    'Cause they punctured him 'til he looked like a sieve.

    After that they started out to fight in earnest
    And they scarred the mountains up with shot and shell
    There was uncles, brothers, cousins, why they bumped them off by dozens
    Just how many bit the dust is hard to tell.

    Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
    At the art of killin' they become quite deft
    They all know'd they shouldn't do it but before they hardly knew it
    On each side they only had one person left.

    Now the sole remainin' Martin was a maiden
    And as purty as a picture was this Grace
    While the one survivin' boy was the handsome Henry Coy
    And the folks all knew they'd soon meet face to face.

    Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
    But their shootin' and their killin' sure played [hob]
    And it didn't bring no joy to know that Grace and Henry Coy
    Both had sworn that they would finish up the job.

    So, they finally met upon a mountain pathway
    And young Henry Coy he aimed his gun at Grace
    He was set to pull the trigger, when he saw her purty figure
    You could see that love had kicked him in the face.

    Oh, The Martins and the Coys, they were reckless mountain boys
    But they say their ghostly cussin' gives them chills
    But the hatchet sure was buried, when sweet Grace and Henry married
    It broke up the best durn feud in these here hills.

    You may think this is where the story ended
    But I'm tellin' you the ghosts don't cuss no more
    'Cause since Grace and Henry wedded
    They fight worse than all the rest did
    And they carry on the feud just like before.
    This song was submitted on May 10th, 2006 and last modified on May 10th, 2006.
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