I had me a wife, I had me some daughters..
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think

Well, I was thinking and thinking 'til there's nothing I aint thunk
Breathing in the stink 'til finally I stunk
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind
I started making plans to kill my own kind
Started making plans to kill my own kind

Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun
We'll go out to the mountains, the ones to explore
Her face, it lit up, I was standing by the door
Her face, it lit up, I was standing by the door

Come little daughter, I will carry the lantern
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves

I led her to a hole, a deep black well
I said make a wish, make sure and not tell
And close your eyes, and count to seven
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven

I gave her a push, I gave her a shove
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love
I threw my child into a bottomless pit
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit

Gather 'round boys to the tale that I tell
You'll wanna know how to take a short trip to hell
It's guaranteed to get you your own place in hell
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well
Just take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well

Don't speak to me of lovers with a broken heart
You wanna know what will really tear you apart
I'm goin' out to the barn with the never stoppin' pain
I'm goin' out to the barn to hang myself in shame

INTERPRETIVE NOTE by Scott Vollum (Doctoral Student, College of Criminal Justice, Sam Houston State University):

This is a chilling tale about a man driven by destitution and perceived necessity to murdering his own child.  Much like Dostoyevsky's Roskolnikov, his punishment is manifested in his own psychological torment and despondency over his actions.