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