| They say they buried Nancy Barnett
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| Up above the banks of Sugar Creek
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| Since she always loved the hillside
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| It became her final resting place
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| For forty years her grave sat silent
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| ‘Til a brand new road was being laid
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| The workers came to Johnson County
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| To build a bridge across the creek
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| With orders that the grave
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| Would be dug up and taken away
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| Carried far from the hillside
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| Overlooking the banks of Sugar Creek
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| A man who claimed to be her grandson
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| Stepped up and fired a warning shot
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| And he vowed to kill the first man
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| Who tried to move the family plot
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| He stood for weeks beside her headstone
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| And guarded her grave both night and day
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| The workers tried to persuade him
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| But he refused to be driven away
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| He said, «I'm a peaceful man
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| But if you touch my grandma’s grave
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| Your blood will flow down the hillside
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| All across the banks of Sugar Creek»
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| Today the cars are passing
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| On a winding road heading out of town
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| Peaceful Indiana byway
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| County Road 400 heading South
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| That’s where the lanes divide
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| And in the middle stands a grave
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| Still protected on the hillside
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| Overlooking the banks of Sugar Creek
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| They had to build the road around her
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| Overlooking the banks of Sugar Creek |