Death In Dixie Lyrics

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