Shot My Woman Down

Your title quotes a Jimi Hendrix song--but you don't have it on the list...

I can't think of the title---

Damn, my memory is utterly useless.

Hey Joe--J.H.

Jimi Hendrix's "Hey Joe"

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the ground yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin’ round
Messin’ round town

Boy is my face red....

Cocaine Blues by Johnny Cash.

What about the Toadies "Possum Kingdom"?

I don't know if he kills her but he sure sounds like he wants to.

Interesting note on Hey Joe.
Love was a 60's band and The Leaves put out the original version

"I recently read the notes to Love's self-titled debut album and it mentions the Leaves getting a copy of the lyrics off of Johnny Echols of Love. Byran Maclean (of Love) was close friend of The Byrds and that was where he got the lyrics from. But since Echols suspected they were going to release it as a song before Love he changed the lyrics in the copy he gave them, and this modified copy is what the Leaves and others like Jimi Hendrix used. Hence the Leaves and Jimi sing "hey joe where you goin' with that gun in your hand" as opposed to "hey joe where you goin' with that money in your hand" which is what Love used and is in the copy of Billy Roberts lyric sheet on your site (why would you be going with a gun to buy a gun??). Love were going to release it as their single but because the Leaves got there first so they didn't."

Little Sadie by Clarence Ashley

Went out last night to take a little round,
I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I run right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.

I begin to think what a deed I done,
I grabbed my hat and away'd I'd run.
I made a good run, just a little to slow,
They overtook me in Jericho.

Frankie and Johnny---only I think she killed him....

That Lady in the Saddle sounds alot like Cocain Blues. Thanks for the suggestions. I forgot Hey, Joe on the list somehow...

Cher

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang
He shot me down, bang bang
I hit the ground , bang bang
That awful sound, bang bang
My baby shot me down

Here's a grisly folk song, Banks Of The Ohio

I asked my love to take a walk
Just a little ways with me
And as we walked and we would talk
All about our weddingday


Darling say that you'll be mine
In our home we'll happy be
Down beside where the waters flow
On the banks of the Ohio


I took her by her pretty white hand
I let her down that bank of sand
I pushed her in where she would drown
Lord, I saw her as she floated down


Returning home about twelve or one
Thinking "Lord, what a deed I've done?"
I killed the girl I love, you see
Because she would not marry me



The very next day at half past four
The sherrif walked right to my door
And he says "Young man, don't you try to run
You'll pay for this awful crime you've done"

Thanks Pan. Ive got Banks of Ohio already, and it really is grisley song.

I got that banjo in the mail today also!

Ya-hooooooooo

The Great American Classic that changed forever the world of Folk Music.

Tom Dooley

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head, and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy you're bound to die.

Met her on the mountain
there I took her life
met her on the mountain
stabbed her with my knife

This time tomorrow
reckon where I'll be
down in some lonesome valley
hanging from a white oak tree

Joe(I've got one more too)Nation

It was always some girl name of Polly, Three versions and she dies in all of them. That line about "she had her apron wrapped around and I took for a swan" made it into the book Cold Mountain, but not the movie.

Polly Vaughn
I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew thru the dark
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark

For she'd her apron wrapped around her
and he took her for a swan
and it's o and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn
He ran up beside her and found it was she
He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed

He bore her away to his home by the sea
Crying Father, o Father, I've murdered poor Polly
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life
I'd always intended that she'd be my wife

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his tears were all in vain
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky

Polly Von
I shall tell of a hunter
Whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil
At the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed
And it flew through the dark
And his true love was slain
When the shaft found its mark

I ran up beside her
And found it was she
I turned away my head
For I could not bear to see
I lifted her up
And found she was dead
A fountain of tears for
My true love I shed

But she'd an apron
Wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And it sore and alas
It was she
Polly Von

I bore her away
To my home by the sea
Cryin' father oh father
I have murdered poor Polly
I have killed my true love
I the flower of her life
And I'd always intended
That she, she be my wife

But she'd an apron
Wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And it sore and alas
It was she
Polly Von

Molly Bawn (Polly Vaughn 2)
Come all ye brave heroes who handle a gun
Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun.

And be aware of an accident that happened of late
To young Molly Bawn and sad was her fate.

She was going to her uncle's when a shower came on
She went 'neath a green bush the shower to shun.

With her apron 'round her he took her for a swan
It's a sob and a sigh it was Oh! Oh! Molly Bawn.

He quickly ran to her and saw that she was dead
And it's many's a salt tear on her bosom he shed

He went home to his father with his gun in his hand
Crying father, dear father, I have shot Molly Bawn.
I have shot that young colleen I have taken the life
Of the one I intended to take for my wife.

Oh Johnny, young Johnny, do not run away
Don't you leave your own country till your trial day.

Don't you leave your own country till your trial comes on
For you'll never be convicted for the loss of a swan.

The night before Molly's funeral her ghost it did appear
Saying mother, dear mother, young Johnny he's clear.

I was going to my uncle when a shower came on
But tell him he's forgiven by his own Molly Bawn.

The girls in this country they are all very glad
Since the pride of Glen Allen, Molly Bawn is now dead.

The girls in this country stand them all in a row
Molly Bawn would shine above them like a mountain of snow.

Polly Vaughn (3)
So come all you young sportsman, that carry a gun
I will have you go home by the light of the sun,
For young Jimmy was a-fowling, was a-fowling alone.
When he shot his own true-love in the room of a swan.

So the first he went to her and found it was she,
He was shaking and trembling, his eyes scarce could see,
"So now you are dead, love, and your sorrows are o'er;
Fare thee well my dear Polly, l shall see you no more."

Then home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun,
Saying: "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I've done ?
Cursed be this old gunsmith that made me this gun
For I've shot my own true-love in the room of a swan."

Then out come bold uncle with his locks hanging grey,
Saying "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away.
Don't you leave your own counterie till the trial comes on,
For you ne'er shall be hanged for the crime you has done."

So the trial came on and pretty Polly appear,
Saying : "Uncle, dear uncle let Jimmy go clear,
For my apron was wrapped round me when he took me for a swan,
And his poor heart lay bleeding for Polly his own."

A bit off track as the bride is killed by her horse(no giggling Joe)

Darcy Farrow

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain
There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed oer the range

Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
That shone in the night out of Yerrington town

She was courted by Young Vandamere
A fine lad was he as I am to hear
He gave her silver rings and lacy things
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dyin touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Vandy whose love was true

Words and music by Steve Gillette and Tom Campbell

Thanks, P, I'd forgotten about that sweet little song....suicide not withstanding, we used to sing the heck out of that one.

Wasn't there a song where some guy shoots a arrow out of a window from his deathbed and hits his true love coming to see him? Or is she being taken away by some false lover and he (wounded) shoots her to save her?

Or have the mists of the Sixties finally congealed my brainpan?

Joe(Yeah, I'll try that a little)Nation

What about Stan by Eminem.
I am not even gunna ask y you want this list...as long as it's not to get ideas on how to kill your wife/girlfriend/lover it's all good I guess.