I left a few sick mistake at the bottom of marrowbone lake They're in a bed, made of silt, and a water moccasin quilt See, she loved to love me not So I picked them petals with buckshot A camellia flower wilts, and I don't feel a speck of guilt Oh, my sweet Camelia Oh, I hate I had to kill ya But nothin' lasts fo' always Even a prison sentence Just a matter of days Just a matter of days ♪ You see, I think she thought I cared All for her and our affair Well I guess in retrospect She was such a beautiful wreck So I'll pay the price, my dear Hеre's to a measly 23 years I've got more beds to make At the bottom of marrowbone lake Oh, my sweet Camelia Oh, I hate I had to kill ya But nothin' lasts fo' always Even a prison sentence Just a matter of days Just a matter of days