Oh Odele the stories you could tell
Life in a wishing well
Start in heaven end in hell
Oh Odele
Oh Odele I wish I'd known you well
The dreams you've had to quell
A shadowed life on which you dwell
Oh Odele
Oh Odele
Don't you break the spell
Tell me, tell me he was swell
A scrappy life in Robbinsville
Oh Odele
A withered hand reaches out for mine
Request a tune take you back in time
East Tennessee Hills, knotty pines
Walk on down the road
Smoky Mountains call your name
Forget about him, he's not to blame
You made your bed, played the game
It's starting to grow cold
Oh Odele, time to ring the bell
Too close to call, go out and yell
Do you hear the reaper's knell
Oh Odele, oh Odele, oh Odele, oh Odele