The devils brand is on my bones
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
Its the dead an the dyin were 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
Youre 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 cant breathe anymore
Ye thats right shes waltzin out the door
To dandy lions waitin
Ye thats right she wants more
Shes my lady in waitin

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