Gravedigger Blues

Saw the head off a scarecrow
Burn its eyes with lead
Make a crown of barbed wire
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 blackbird calling
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…
And 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