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Jack Erdie - "Pumpkin With A Face"
“Run, baby, hurry, bolt the windows and the back do
Run, while I catch my breath, then Ill tell you what fo
Dont be asceered of this here wood axe in my hand
The blood is mine. Its sprinkled all acrost our land
No time to waste. Do like I said.
My heart is cold and full of dread.
“Fetchin that shotgun down was sure a good idea
What are you thinkin, love? Dont point that thing at me.
Theres somethin out there. Caint ya hear its mockin growl?
How do you think I got this deep gash in my brow?
Please wipe the blood from my eyes.
So it dont take, take us by surprise.
“Ill tell you everthing so nothin is concealed
Ise in the punkin patch down by the potters field
We both know lately we caint seem to get along
Blues tumbled over me. My thoughts was dark and wrong.
Then he rose from his restin place
Head like a punkin with a face.
His mouth was black and deep, a tornado of teeth
Sharp nails like sickles sproutin from his hands and feet
His laugh was gurglin a blood and sulphur spit
Eyes jist like Jesus Christ, except the opposite
And he whispered in my mind
Said he come when lovers grow unkind.
You got to trust me, love, and leave that trigger be
Cause fear and strife is what he wants from you and me
We got to keep no secrets, we got to forgive
Hear my confession, love, cause I want us to live:
Ive had yearnings for your sister
Time we all got drunk, I up and kissed her.
Now that I told you, love, I promise that my heart
Wont stray until the day that death tears us part
Aint you got nothin to confess? Quick tell me all
Please, caint you hear him out there clawing through the wall?
Aint the Cyprus trees bangin in the wind.
Love, Im on my knees. Tell me if youve sinned.
Ill tell what I been told so youll see I aint hot
Folks say youre sweet on Jordy Grubb and got a plot
To kill me. Love, I wouldnt blame you if you do.
Confess and Ill forgive, cause I can see its true.
Baby, please, dont back away.
Got but jist one chance, keep this thing at bay.
Even that twenty gauge wont do him any harm
When he attacked me, I chopped off his his legs and arms
Hacked him to pieces, but they slithered in a heap
And took his shape again and after me did creep
And his claws plowed the fallow field
Took his good ol time, like my doom was sealed.
Dont shoot me, darlin, if you do hell never stop.
Hes nearly through the wall. See how the wood chips drop?
Whatever you and Jordy done, I take the blame
No, I caint drop the axe, till you give up the game.
Where you goin, love? Aint no good to run.
Even out the back. Even with a gun.
Baby, please dont go! Baby, please dont go!
Dont unlock that do! If you go, hell know!
Hear them draggin claws on the killing floor?
Now you dead, for sure! Darlin, you was warned.
Give ya one last call, fore I bolt the door. (Click)
Nothing left to do but wait
Till she wanders out the gate
Then its straight out front to check
On Jordy Grubb with my noose around his neck
Scratchin at my cabin wall
On his toes, tryin not to fall
Way off at the propty line
Dug a deep ditch for my false love runnin blind
Seen her taste the tongue of this man
Now she can eat it cause I got it in my hand
Here I come, girl, come to grind the axe
Here I come, puttin on my pumpkin mask
They aint never gonna find a trace
But if they do find one, they gonna pin it on…
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