Poor Ellen Smith Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

Poor Ellen Smith, where was she found?
Shot through the heart, lying cold on the ground

Many heart she has broken
Many life she has stole
It all now has ended
In her bed, in the snow

Poor Ellen, poor Ellen you′ve wasted your life
You could've made some man a very good wife


Many friends tried to warn you
Of your ending, you was told
Now all is ended
In your bed, in the snow

So early this morning, poor Ellen was found,
Shot through the heart, lying cold on the ground

The men, they will mourn you
The wives, they′ll be glad
Such is the ending
Of a girl that is bad

Perhaps you're in heaven, God only knows
The bible plainly tells that you've gone down below