Old Man Milton
Lonesome Wyatt
Have you heard of Old Man Milton?
I guess he's gone now
Before the summer gave birth to autumn
In the ground he did dwell
Have you been to Old State Road?
Go there in the spring
There you'll find old Milton's writings
On the mailboxes
Milton, Milton
Ask the town about Milton's wife
I'm told she was a queen
She had no sons but fifteen daughters
Who all died at the age of one
Milton, Milton
Then before summer fell from winter
Milton's wife, she died
Leaving Milton all alone
To sleep away his time
Milton, Milton
Bored with life and terribly lonely
Milton took his life
Now he's in a ditch somewhere
Alone, alone, alone