c.c. song

she lived in a shack

way back in the wood

off the end

of the gravel road

some folks said

she was a witch

with her bag of roots

and her blackcat bone

In the springtime   pick those berries

in the summertime   squeeze them right

in the autumntime   let the liquor settle

in the wintertime   drink by the firelight

she had a big black dog

named Otis

they said she'd had

a husband or two

she played the banjo

like a demon

when the folk come around

on the full moon

In the springtime   pick those berries . . .

her hair's as white

as the full moonlight

eyes as dark

as a crow's shadow

they say she make

a man go crazy

but she taught me everything

that I know

In the springtime   pick those berries . . .

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