Wrong Last Name

Mattie got married when she was just a girl
Not so much for love
But to get away from home
To a man who wasn’t handsome
But he was good and he was strong
Worked in the fields
‘til the daylight was gone

Sam was charming owned land for miles around
Passing by he’d see her
On his way to town
He had to have the lady
So one day he stopped in
And the baby born later
Looked exactly like him

Matte No One needs to know
How you loved the man
You’d meet down in hollow
You’ll never have to explain
Why the boy who was your favorite
Had those pretty blue eyes
And the wrong last name

20 years later on a cold December night
Young men were raising hell
Drunk on moonshine
A bet was made
One held a rooster and one a gun
No one made a sound
As he fell to the ground

Sam begged her to tell
It had to be and accident
No one would kill his brother
With cold blood intent

Our boy’s gone but mine you can save
By telling the secret
You carrying to your grave

Mattie there’s no laughter in your house
There’s no celebrating
When Christmas comes around
That it was hard to explain
Why the boy who was your favorite
Had those pretty blue eyes
And the wrong last name

Had those pretty blue eyes
And the wrong last name