Into A Time Forgotten,
In This Land Of Cotton,
The Grey Men Said That
 The Bluegrass Was Haunted.
It’ll Make A Man Feel As Though
 He’s Lost Something.
And With His Dreams………
Up In The Trees…………
He Falls Asleep…………….
Inside The Skies Of Hell, 
To Face The Devil, Himself.
If Not For My Body……….
If Not For My Body
I’d Float Away, Float Away, Float Away……… 
Should I?
Should I Hope To Find Which Thoughts That Turn The Tide?
Should I? Should I?
Should I go Into The Smoke?
His Thoughts They Come And Go Like The Sparrow.
He Stays Just Down That Road, Or So I’m Told.
Hiding-Out Amongst The Trees
With A Perfect Aim To Shoot The Breeze.
Never Lost. Never Won.
With A Never A Lot, But Never One…….
But Then Again…………….
But Then Again………….
But Then Again………
But Then Again……..
 We The People
Are Evil.
We’re Feeding, All From Fear
As Though We Were Cannibals.