In 1897 down in Marshallville
The man John Brown was runnin’ town and the law was dead and still
John rode in the third of May with twelve men by his side
They shot the sheriff and they hung the judge before the day could turn to night
By the fifth of May, the news had spread and word finally got around
To Darcy Flynn the Reverend whose wife lay in the ground
Two years ago on a snowy night, Darcy’s wife was home alone
The Rev returned to find his house was burned and his love lie cold as stonе
As he knelt by the ashеs, he noticed somethin’ out of place
A knife stuck down in the ground with the name John Brown engraved
After two long years of waiting, the knife clutched in his hand
He’s crossin’ the hill toward Marshallville a changed and broken man
He seeks the kind of justice that a Reverend shouldn’t give
‘Cause on this day John Brown would pay for the wages of his sin
The story goes at day’s end that Brown lay in the street
With twelve men just as dead as him and a knife lay at his feet
Through the years, no one ever knew what happened to Reverend Flynn
John Brown was killed in Marshallville and he won’t be back again
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Sideline Lyrics – Marshallville