O, diddley,
Diddley, diddley, whack.
They threw you in
The Meremac.
O, diddley,
Diddley, diddley, hey.
They washed your burned
Black ash away.
O,
diddley,
Diddley, diddley, gust.
There is no wind
To rest your dust.
|
O, diddley,
Diddley, diddley, thud.
No dust to dust...
Just river mud.
JMJ
Long-Skirts
12/9/02
|
