Lyrics

Graveyard Dirt

Gather round people and listen to my
Story ‘bout a mojo and the evil eye
Ain’t gonna be no lullaby
It’s God’s own truth; I wouldn’t tell you a lie

She had coal black hair and a blood red skirt
Down by the bayou we started to flirt
When she slipped something under my shirt
I found it was a bag full of graveyard dirt

A hanged mans hand and a black cat bone
Blood and white feathers on an old tombstone
That’s how she lured me away from my home
God rest my soul I can’t leave her alone

© Willi Kerr 2005