Ain't No Grave

Oh no friends, no phone, no light to call my own Here I will lie until the merry day I die Until my blood begins to try And I return to the sun As from whence I came So I am not a bad man Even my two bad things They're a bad thing Such horrible things

But the reason of my life seems Not quite what I see Ah hell Let me say, believe what I see Every Halloween we make you scream Under my nose opening and closing the doors There were voices I'm telling you I'm going on a cotton day HalloweenRadio.net where goblins and ghosts come out at night.