Cherry Poppin Daddies - Hazel, South Dakota Lyrics
Ivy creepin' up the old gravestoneIvy creepin' up the old gravestoneWillow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moonThat big black train is moanin' in the stockyardThat big black train is moanin' in the stockyardDevil bury daddy down deep in hellThe last time i saw him, he was dead drunkLeavin' in a box carI'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlandsI'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlandsWith a cracked and faded picture of the man i call dadWhen i find you, you're gonna know itYou're gonna sleep right next to your wife, manI'm gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learnedNever go back on your wordI never knew my dadBut i still want to meet himI'm gonna tell that man,"there is some blood on your hands"I never knew my dadBut i still want to meet himI'm gonna tell that manWhether you loved us or notGarbage is stuff you throw outCan't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rainCan't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rainI got hunger burnin'Like a fever in my brainMa got frail and i watched her sufferMa got frail and i watched her sufferNow she's dead and her blood's on your handsI swore to her i'd hunt you down and bury youRight next to her on our landI never knew my dadBut i still want to meet himI'm gonna show that manWhether you loved us or notGarbage is stuff you throw outI'm just the son you don't want
