Johnny Dowd Follow

True love is a blessing, true love is a curse
Loneliness or hell fire, who knows which is worse

I loved her with a vengeance, I gave her all I had
I never really knew her or why she looked so sad
I tried to understand her, gave her all I could
Rumors began to circulate all over the neighborhood
I tried to ignore them, called them vicious lies
I knew that if I believed them, one of us must die

True love, true love

Passion breeds suspicion, envy, jealousy
I raised my hand against her, she pulled a gun on me
Twice she pulled the trigger, twice I called her name
I hit the floor a bleeding, foolish pride was to blame
She’s down in Oklahoma, I’m buried in Tennessee
Flowers she puts on my grave on our wedding anniversary