Bird Dog - Shaman's Harvest

There’s a black bird

Perched up on a black dog

And they’re plotting your demise

Lazing in the backyard

And there’s an old man

Keeps his money in his old bed

And he ain’t handing out no prize

Just takes it to his death bed

He ain’t waiting for no prize

Just takes it to his death bed

Bring out a rose, put down a rose

Lay down a rose in the cemetery

Bring out a rose, put down a rose

Lay down a rose in the cemetery

There’s a dirt road

Leading up to a dirt farm

The only harvest to the table

From the pills made in the bathtub

And there’s a warrior

His old buddies call him Gunny

Keeps his honor in a lockbox

Locked up in the basement

Keeps all his honor in a lockbox

Locked up in the basement

Bring out your guns, put down your guns

Lay down your guns in the cemetery

Bring out your guns, put down your guns

Lay down your guns in the cemetery

If you ever

Find yourself in Franklin County

Won’t you turn on back

Or you won’t leave here above ground

'Cause there’s a monster

It’s feeding on the essence

Oh, of every goddamned soul

And never gets its fill

Oh, of every goddamned soul

And never gets its fill

Bring out your dead, put down your dead

Lay down the dead in the cemetery

Bring out your dead, put down your dead

Lay down the dead in the cemetery

Bring out a rose, put down your guns

Lay down the dead in the cemetery

Bring out a rose, put down your guns

Lay down the dead in the cemetery