Oh, Reaper
Oh reaper, oh reaper
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Bring that whiskey edge blade closer
Turn that blue guitar up louder
Lord knows I wanna reason
But I'll settle for distraction
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Oh reaper, oh reaper
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Bring that whiskey edge blade closer
Turn that blue guitar up louder
Shake your moneymaker harder
Pull that snakeskin skirt up higher
Lord knows I wanna reason
But I'll settle for distraction
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Oh reaper, oh reaper
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Bring that whiskey edge blade closer
Turn that blue guitar up louder
Shake your moneymaker harder
Pull that snakeskin skirt up higher
Rev that hot rod flame up brighter
Dig that cold cocaine grave deeper
Lord knows I wanna' reason
But I'll settle for distraction
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Come swing that scythe at me
Autor(es): James A Slay, Carl Howard Maysack
