an' from inside the holy ghost groans
sure as shootin' the undertaker knows
he lays the headstones in endless rows
ye one an' all we croak like a raven
it's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin'
ye one an' all
follow the man tall
hear his voice
an' drop to a dead crawl
hey boy
look straight at the sun
to the center you make a dead run
you're gonna halfta cut off both my hands
i got pride as big as dixie land
i wanna sit where the velvet is red yes an'
where can i lay this apple core?
i wanna drink of the blood that was shed girl
i can't breathe anymore
ye that's right she's waltzin' out the door
to dandy lions waitin'
ye that's right she wants more
she's my lady in waitin