Southern Belle - The Midnight Ghost Train

Fear is the fever

That breaks all the chains

And no is the answer

That causes it to rain

Won’t you take out my hammer

And slide it down in your skirt

Since your death will come too early

I wanna know

How much should I make it hurt

Won’t you ring that southern belle

And lock up all your doors

I’ll be waiting in your bedroom

With a loaded 44

My patience is a digging

You a hole in the Mississippi dirt

Since your death will come from my hand

I wanna know

How much should I make it hurt

My patience is a digging you a hole

Down in the Mississippi dirt

Since your death will come from my hand

I wanna know

How much should I make it hurt