Alive! Alive! They take me to my grave
Fingers bloodied…the lid is nailed on tight
Can’t someone hear me! ‘T is life you can save
Whoe’er heard of funeral at midnight
Owl watches aloof, his eyes reflecting
Frenzied digging in moldy moistened ground
A rat screams in pain…the owls detecting
Inside my tomb I hear its anguished sound
Movement now I am lowered into hole
Shovels of earth reverberate within
I shall lie reposed on dew moistened knoll
Oh Lord forgive me of my foolish sin
Livin’ on the run, now I’ll get some rest
Moonshiners etiquette…just lucky I guess
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