Walking barefoot in the snow
Frostbite black on his toes
The night had been 10 below
He was deaths only beau
Blood stained white,
fade to red
In the night,
scared dead
Lovers lost,
canyon cave
Alone in sorrow,
snowy grave
He left out,
years ago
Twas the night
Massacre, oh
He loved his family,
now we know
He was crazy,
this is so
Shot his wife
Mrs. Jo
Smashed his sons,
face slow
It was spontaneous
killings, no
He had said,
turn to stone
Jeffy Jo grew up in the hills of Appalachia. He worked in the coal mines all his life and made just enough to keep food on the table. He managed to get by, for a while. Taking care of his wife and son was the only thing he really cared about. When The old mine shut down Jeffy had to turn another direction and seeing how he could barely write his name let alone read the opportunity for employment was limited. This is when it all started really. Jeffy felt stranded and alone. He must have done the only thing he felt was right for him and his. After it all happened, I guess he up and left. Supposedly he walked to montana. I always thought Jeffy was a little strange, but I never knew he was demented.