Well Death came swagger-walkin' out of the woods
Draggin' three cryin' ladies behind
Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
Rollin' over to their home in the sky
They said, "Are we gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have we done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong
Two young lovers wandered into the woods
And Death come a trailin' behind
The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood
While his lover just laid down and cried
He said, "Is she gonna die?"
This wasn't her time
"What have I done?"
You ain't done nothin' wrong
When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods
He was blinded by the Lord's holy light
You can't go swingin' "˜round the sickle in your big black hood
When you've been drinkin' from the fruit of the vine
He said, "Am I gonna die?"
We all gotta die
"What have I done?"
You've been reckless son
Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood
Taking souls under the spell of the shine
Now you can drink the firewater from the devil's woods
I'm gonna send you where the sun never shines