Widow's Wail

Down in the Country, there's a tale we know so well They always told us to beware the Widow's Wail She's a mighty fierce one, a banshee of the land Tread that road lightly or you'll wind up a dead man Hear her comin' Hear her comin' You better start to run Cause then, there'll be no more mourning If you don't live till' morning Don't become an only son Daggers of Iron strapped across your back Holy scriptures wall paper, a run out, low down, shotgun shack She's clawing at the windows now smells your blood and sweat Get down, turn around, fire away We're not going to hell just yet Hear her comin' Hear her comin' You better start to run Cause then, there'll be no more mourning If you don't live till' morning Don't become an only son