the devil's 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

it's the dead an' the dyin' we're 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

you're 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 can't breathe anymore

ye that's right she's waltzin' out the door

to dandy lions waitin'

ye that's right she wants more

she's my lady in waitin