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