Death In Dixie

I once met Death in Dixie Below the Mason-Dixon Line Where the bayou's breath still lifts me Where you pray the sun's on time I was driving through dead marshes Where road's twist and cruelly wind Where the banking grew the largest Amidst the road I looked to find A bloke in black awaiting An American's tune he hums His cloak peeled back displaying A skeleton's white thumb I took my Jeep across the street Then with my eyes his sockets meet Good Sheep, just look, the cross I bear I've lost my way, I'm in despair Within this swampy hell Climb in, sit down, take a rest Forgive my bold request If to you it's all the same I'd dare to ask your name No lips concealed his toothy grin His answer took my breath Sharp as his scythe, the words spoken Surely you know I'm Death Our road went on Our wheels rolled I asked, Why aren't you reaping souls? It seems to me that hitchhiking Is far beneath you Hellish King What Happened to your crown? His shoulder's shrugged Feet on the dash My time as King of Hell has passed There are no souls for me to reap I'm sacked, a bum For me no need All reaping's now done by humanity I gasped, he laughed, we caught our breath Me and jobless Death I learned the truth But at a price We are the antichrist I once met Death in Dixie And we both took a drive I hope that you can hear me We're running out of Time