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Nightride (The Ballad of the Black Pitch Riders) Lyrics
Red veins beatin’ across a charcoal moon
Black as a habit, they plow where they want to
Horseback riders like the headless hounds
In the dog days of summer on the midnight prowl
The nagtrack is narrow. It’s long and straight
It comes head-high, creepin’ through the canebrake
Wooden sharkfins are cypress knees
The sycamores groan a Melungeon melody
They’re burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby BURN!
Well, the Law is like sausage; they both are great
But nobody wants to see how either get made
Bullwhips crack and the state line bends
Whiskey, arson and the lash makes empires end
They’re burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby BURN!
Burn baby burn!
Black as a habit, they plow where they want to
Horseback riders like the headless hounds
In the dog days of summer on the midnight prowl
The nagtrack is narrow. It’s long and straight
It comes head-high, creepin’ through the canebrake
Wooden sharkfins are cypress knees
The sycamores groan a Melungeon melody
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby BURN!
But nobody wants to see how either get made
Bullwhips crack and the state line bends
Whiskey, arson and the lash makes empires end
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby burn!
Burnin’ down the barn, burley barn, baby BURN!
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Submitted by
mcjeff On Aug 25, 2020
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