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CEMETERY ROAD by FRED EAGLESMITH
I watched you dancing on Hattie's hill
I love you baby
And I always will
Couldn't see past the window sill
I was in the shed of my daddy's still
Cemetery Road is a gravel road
The sun comes up and your blood runs cold
You need a little something to save your soul
Come on down to Cemetery Road
I watched you swinging on a neighbor's lawn
Sky was clear
And you were warm
You took off that dress you wore
The mash went bad
And the still recoiled
Cemetery Road is a gravel road
The sun comes up and your blood runs cold
You need a little something to save your soul
Come on down to Cemetery Road
Watching you off of Jasper's roof
Drinking us a batch of too-much-proof
You got a little hot
But you cut her loose
That Jasper ain't no good for you
Cemetery Road is a gravel road
The sun comes up and your blood runs cold
You need a little something to save your soul
Come on down to Cemetery Road
You come on down to Cemetery Road
You come on down to Cemetery Road
You come on down