Lyrics Bird Dog - Shaman's Harvest
There's
a
black
bird
Perched
up
on
a
black
dog
And
they're
plotting
your
demise
Lazing
in
the
backyard
And
there's
an
old
man
Keeps
his
money
in
his
old
bed
And
he
ain't
handing
out
no
prize
Just
takes
it
to
his
death
bed
He
ain't
waiting
for
no
prize
Just
takes
it
to
his
death
bed
Bring
out
a
rose,
put
down
a
rose
Lay
down
a
rose
in
the
cemetery
Bring
out
a
rose,
put
down
a
rose
Lay
down
a
rose
in
the
cemetery
There's
a
dirt
road
Leading
up
to
a
dirt
farm
The
only
harvest
to
the
table
From
the
pills
made
in
the
bathtub
And
there's
a
warrior
His
old
buddies
call
him
Gunny
Keeps
his
honor
in
a
lockbox
Locked
up
in
the
basement
Keeps
all
his
honor
in
a
lockbox
Locked
up
in
the
basement
Bring
out
your
guns,
put
down
your
guns
Lay
down
your
guns
in
the
cemetery
Bring
out
your
guns,
put
down
your
guns
Lay
down
your
guns
in
the
cemetery
If
you
ever
Find
yourself
in
Franklin
County
Won't
you
turn
on
back
Or
you
won't
leave
here
above
ground
'Cause
there's
a
monster
It's
feeding
on
the
essence
Oh,
of
every
goddamned
soul
And
never
gets
its
fill
Oh,
of
every
goddamned
soul
And
never
gets
its
fill
Bring
out
your
dead,
put
down
your
dead
Lay
down
the
dead
in
the
cemetery
Bring
out
your
dead,
put
down
your
dead
Lay
down
the
dead
in
the
cemetery
Bring
out
a
rose,
put
down
your
guns
Lay
down
the
dead
in
the
cemetery
Bring
out
a
rose,
put
down
your
guns
Lay
down
the
dead
in
the
cemetery
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