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Sickle and Hood

	Well Death came swagger-walkin’ out of the woods
	Draggin’ three cryin’ ladies behind
	Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
	Rollin’ over to their home in the sky
	They said, “Are we gonna die?”
	We all gotta die
	“What have we done?”
	You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
	Two young lovers wandered into the woods
	And Death come a trailin’ behind
	The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood
	While his lover just laid down and cried
	He said, “Is she gonna die?”
	This wasn’t her time
	“What have I done?”
	You ain’t done nothin’ wrong
	When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods
	He was blinded by the Lord’s holy light
	You can’t go swingin’ ‘round the sickle in your big black hood
	When you’ve been drinkin’ from the fruit of the vine
	He said, “Am I gonna die?”
	We all gotta die
	“What have I done?”
	You’ve been reckless son
	Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood
	Taking souls under the spell of the shine
	Now you can drink the firewater from the devil’s woods
	I’m gonna send you where the sun never shines

	Well Death came swaggerwalkin' out of the woods
	Draggin' three cryin' ladies behind
	Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
	Rollin' over to their home in the sky
	They said, " Are we gonna die?"
	We all gotta die
	" What have we done?"
	You ain' t done nothin' wrong
	Two young lovers wandered into the woods
	And Death come a trailin' behind
	The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood
	While his lover just laid down and cried
	He said, " Is she gonna die?"
	This wasn' t her time
	" What have I done?"
	You ain' t done nothin' wrong
	When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods
	He was blinded by the Lord' s holy light
	You can' t go swingin' ' round the sickle in your big black hood
	When you' ve been drinkin' from the fruit of the vine
	He said, " Am I gonna die?"
	We all gotta die
	" What have I done?"
	You' ve been reckless son
	Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood
	Taking souls under the spell of the shine
	Now you can drink the firewater from the devil' s woods
	I' m gonna send you where the sun never shines