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