The Day KY3 Springfield Let the Yarb Witch Go

If yer watching the sky some dry, winter’s eve
And around the full moon a dull ring you perceive
Don’t ya fret, don’t babble, don’t ya cry, and don’t swoon
Don’t worry a’tall for you’ll all be dead soon

Where a murdered man’s blood stains a worn-out, wood floor
A dark future you’ll read thare forever more
No need to keep searching for shiny, bright boons
Don’t worry a’tall for you’ll all be dead soon

If ya hear buckshot echo o’er green hills and hollers
Or the good colors leech from yer creased, dirty dollars
Remember that ring ya saw circlin’ the moon
Remember it well for you’ll all be dead soon

The Day KY3 Springfield Let the Yarb Witch Go

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