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