Storm passed by in a half-moon sky
I laid by the well to rest my eyes awhile
In Sheldon Churchyard
Sheldon Churchyard
I woke in a fright and there in the moonlight
A Gullah woman whispered in the night
Son... son, what you doin here?
What you doin' here?
I said I'm so tired of the time I've wasted
There's been no joy in the life I've tasted
Since I been here
Since I been here
Can you help me put an ending
To the ten-cent life I've been spending
'Fore I come here
She said that you been seeking fortune and fame, son
Our two problems ain't the same, son
My nights are spent fightin' with the witchman
My days I mostly spend peelin' taters for the rich man
And I come here to dig the sweet mayapple
Leave here in a tomb, so grapple
Put the root wanga on the high sheriff…
One high sheriff
I opened my eyes in a half-moon sky
And I thought I saw a goat hung high
And I thought I saw a black woman digging in the ground
Turn around and wave goodbye
From Sheldon Churchyard
Sheldon Churchyard
compositores: Larry Jon Wilson
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