'I'm fighting to defend a lie.
And this moonshiny evening's fun
Is worse than aught I ever done.'
And thinking that way my heart bled so
I almost stept to Bill and said so.
And now Bill's dead I would be glad
If I could only think I had.
But no. I put the thought away
For fear of what my friends would say.
They'd backed me, see? O Lord, the sin