Sweet Verona

(C. Woodsmith) Verona left when she was only 16 She gave no reason but needing to fly She joined up with a traveling band, and lady luck she took her hand Left all of her demons behind She wove her unabashed story All throughout the south Verona she carried the truth of a child She was a gypsy queen, her hair a raven sheen She made love so strong and wild Now they’re a bringing her home Sweet Verona Got her very own box in which to lay Now they’re a bringing her home From Louisiana Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay I kept the postcards that she sent me She passed through our way only once more When Mama died she stood just outside the church But she was gone when I ran out the door Now they’re a bringin her home Sweet Verona Got her very own box in which to lay Now they’re a bringing her home From Louisiana Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay Don’t know how she died, they said they found her that way Covered in jewels that she bought at the pawn They said her fire burned so bright, that it It kept her alight, and it burned ‘till she was gone Now they’re a bringin her home Sweet Verona Got her very own box in which to lay Now they’re a bringing her home From Louisiana Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay