Dark and Bloody Ground

I've been goin' like a quarry slave at night

All busted down and burnin' for my bed

I've been thinkin' 'bout a woman in a wild Kentucky town

Where the mountains are high near Harlan

And the whirlpools twirl on down

There my secret can be found

In the dark and bloody ground

In the dark and bloody ground

Oh, how I've missed you, oh, how I've cried

I'd like to lay you down by my side

Love you just once before I die

And I'd be gentle and I'd never hurt you

And God might send a moonbeam

Lay us down to pleasant dreams

Whatsoever things are lovely

Whatsoever things are true

Whatsoever things are kind and pure

Think you these things

And God might send down a moonbeam

And lay us down to pleasant dreams

Dewey was my best friend, he was tall

Stood six-foot-nine against the wall

We both loved the same girl, but Dewey, he went to bed

And I guess you could say he made one mad

He didn't have to do all those awful things to you

Yeah, Dewey made me sick

But I guess it takes two heels to click

I took my nine-pound hammer

Swung it hard and spun him around

I kicked him in the temple

Watched him fall to the ground

Oh, my blade found its mark in the dark

And that blood flowed in the sand

From the tall Kentucky man

Oh, hell hath no fury like the blues

When a man's got on his killin' shoes

In the dark and bloody ground

The dark and bloody ground

The dark and bloody ground

The dark and bloody ground