Hey young man,
Dig me a grave up on there by the mountainside
For when my veins dry up
Neither death nor the devil gonna let me hide.
I’ll make a run for heaven and
It’d be nice to have a little head start.
If my bones wash down in heavy rain
You’ll know my soul did depart.
But if the mountain eats my remains
You’ll know I’ve been sucked into hell,
To get purged by fire and laden with strife
and stripped of my spirit to rebel.
Dig me a grave up on there by the mountainside
For when my veins dry up
Neither death nor the devil gonna let me hide.
I’ll make a run for heaven and
It’d be nice to have a little head start.
If my bones wash down in heavy rain
You’ll know my soul did depart.
But if the mountain eats my remains
You’ll know I’ve been sucked into hell,
To get purged by fire and laden with strife
and stripped of my spirit to rebel.
