Start diggin’ An old house lies just as south as Virginia goes On three and a half acres of evil encased in vines and oak Was the preachers house, a hospital of war and a brothel in ‘23 It was the birthplace of sorrow itself, pain, mushroom pie and me (Chorus) Issued, patience and a shovel It continues, patience and a shovel The Lord knows well the sin of man, this place is earthly hell The faceless bastards of the drunken whores drowned in the well Young soldier boy from battle returns with open arms to greet his bride With a hatchet, bible and eight feet of rope is how they found them both inside (Repeat chorus) God help ya’ (Bridge) Frightened young eyes watch from attic window sash The driveway is paved with bones and ash Here the dead make love to the living And on Sunday nights they play dance and sing Listen to them playing Well I guess I was Sunday dressed and probably ten years old Ole Scratch don’t live here anymore, at least that’s what I was told In ’79 they burned the place and surrounded it with chainlink fence That was two more graves, one in the fire and the other one crushed to death (Repeat chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
