Jake Satterfield

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Jake Satterfield / was not respected / some said if tempted / they bet he'd steal 
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No invitations to social parties ever came to Jake Satterfield 

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With a chestnut mare and an old frame (spring?) wagon / he'd come riding into town 
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Had an old pet crow, cussing on his shoulder I springfield rifle with the sights filed down 

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Then came the morning (evening), Miss Laurie (Glory?) Johnson I she got lost way back in the hills 
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When the townsfolk gathered, they said, "No one I knows these woods like Jake Satterfield" 

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 So they gave him gold and they gave him silver / he said, "I'11 try to pick up her trail but if I'm not back 
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by tomorrow evening just go home 'cause, you'll know I've failed" 

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Now many times green grass has withered / since that morning way back then Jake Satterfield or Miss Laurie 
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Johnson / were never heard from or seen again 

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One winter evening, an old fur trapper claimed he was dying, in a blizzard (winter) snow 
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Said he was saved by a gold haired woman (lady) / and an old moonshiner on a chestnut mare with an old pet 
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