Letra Música Bird Dog – Shaman’s Harvest
There’s a black bird
Perched up on a black dog
And they’re plotting your demise
Lazing in the backyard
And there’s an old man
Keeps his money in his old bed
And he ain’t handing out no prize
Just takes it to his death bed
He ain’t waiting for no prize
Just takes it to his death bed
Bring out a rose, put down a rose
Lay down a rose in the cemetery
Bring out a rose, put down a rose
Lay down a rose in the cemetery
There’s a dirt road
Leading up to a dirt farm
The only harvest to the table
From the pills made in the bathtub
And there’s a warrior
His old buddies call him Gunny
Keeps his honor in a lockbox
Locked up in the basement
Keeps all his honor in a lockbox
Locked up in the basement
Bring out your guns, put down your guns
Lay down your guns in the cemetery
Bring out your guns, put down your guns
Lay down your guns in the cemetery
If you ever
Find yourself in Franklin County
Won’t you turn on back
Or you won’t leave here above ground
‘Cause there’s a monster
It’s feeding on the essence
Oh, of every goddamned soul
And never gets its fill
Oh, of every goddamned soul
And never gets its fill
Bring out your dead, put down your dead
Lay down the dead in the cemetery
Bring out your dead, put down your dead
Lay down the dead in the cemetery
Bring out a rose, put down your guns
Lay down the dead in the cemetery
Bring out a rose, put down your guns
Lay down the dead in the cemetery
Shaman’s Harvest – Bird Dog – Ouvir Música