Gravedigger Blues

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Saw the head off a scarecrow
Burn its eyes with lead
Make a crown of barbwire
Leave it under your bed
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
And baby you can dig my grave
Baby you can dig my grave

Take a beet and a pole beam
Rotting wrapped in hay
Spit into the middle
cover it with clay
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I wonder what made you stay
I wonder what made me stray
Baby's got a jar of cider
Used for making hearts melt
Baby knows chicken wire
Don't make no chastity belt

Drive a stake into the river
Cap it with a bone
Hear that black bird cawing
It be my tombstone
Now I'm running with a heart on fire
Now I'm running with a heart on fire
I'm running with a heart on fire
Baby you can lick the flames
Baby you can lick the flames
Baby's got my heart's desire
Swinging from her trophy belt
Baby knows a funeral pyre
Don't get put out with no beaver pelt

Dig a sack of potatoes
Throw it in my grave
Fill it full of buckshot
Just count the days
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
I'll come running with a heart on fire
And baby you'll make me pay
Baby you'll make me pay
And baby you'll be digging my grave
Baby I'm just counting the days

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