A winter cold, eighteen, forty-three

In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed

She found a fancy-man, that would do the deed

And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free

She said she hated him unless they both were drunk

She swore she’d leave him cold, in the corner slumped

Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped

And at the break of day Lucretia came undone

And the hangman told her the truth

She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose

She felt the pain inside from the very start

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Well a spot of blood by the bed was found

It was hers not his, she was heard to shout

And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound

Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground

The hangman told her the truth

She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose

She felt the pain inside from the very start

All hell broke Lucy, yes it tore her apart

It tore her apart, yeah, oh, yeah yeah yeah

I say, the trial was short the lovers had confessed

And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks

And left the holy ground where they would never rest

And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left

The hangman told her the truth

She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose

She felt the pain inside from the very start

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

The hangman told her the truth

She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose

She felt the pain inside from the very start

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

Hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart

All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart