the devil's brand is on my bones   an' from inside the holy ghost groans   sure as shootin' the undertaker knows   he lays the headstones in endless rows   ye one an' all we croak like a raven   it's the dead an' the dyin' we're cravin'   ye one an' all   follow the man tall   hear his voice   an' drop to a dead crawl   hey boy   look straight at the sun   to the center you make a dead run   you're gonna halfta cut off both my hands   i got pride as big as dixie land   i wanna sit where the velvet is red yes an'   where can i lay this apple core?   i wanna drink of the blood that was shed girl   i can't breathe anymore   ye that's right she's waltzin' out the door   to dandy lions waitin'   ye that's right she wants more   she's my lady in waitin'