They say Ms Belle comes from Hell
Way down south by the Mississippi Mouth
She wears an antique dress, her hair's an awful mess
Thin and pale, beautifully frail
Ooooo Ms Belle
They say Ms Belle is the Devil's wife
She hides her face from the preacher's sight
You know she killed her man with a steady hand
On her wedding day, or so they say
Ooooo Ms Belle
So they took Ms Belle to the hanging tree
And strung her up by her neck & feet
And the only thing Ms Belle could say
Was thank you Lord for my dying Day
Ooooo Ms Belle