Gravedigger Blues

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