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