Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Black cellophane sky at midnite
A big blue moon with three gold rings
I called Champion to the window
I pointed up above the trees
That's when I heard my name in a scream
Coming from the woods, out there
I let my dog run off the chain
I locked my door real good with a chair
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Everett Lee broke loose again,
It's worse than the time before
Because he's high on potato and tulip wine
Fermented in the muddy rain, of course
A drunken wail, a drunken train
Blew through the birdless trees
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
An old black tree, scratching up the sky
With boney, claw like fingers
Digging up the turnips of a muddy cold grey sky
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck of a deep dead sky
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Back since Saginaw Calinda was born,
It's been cotton and soyabeans, tobacco and corn
Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm
They found the falling down timbers
Out there like a slave ship upside down
Wrecked beneath the waves of grain
When they plow they always dig up chains
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Did you cover your tracks?
Did you bring your knife?
Did you go cross the river?
Did you smuggle your rum?
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Don't forget that I warned you
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Don't go into that barn, yea
I said: don't go into that barn, yea
Memphis down to Vicksburg