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