Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag
Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom
Eating peaches
Instrumental
Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to
Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-
"Guild of
Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road
He
They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets
Stinking like
Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to
You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool
All the beggars
Dig a slow hole to China
Blacker than a miner
Blackjack booted demons
Have surrounded my home
Got dogs and
