Ginseng Grave Lyrics

Riches is a hard thing to find

For a boy from East Tennessee

But I've got a buddy

With a get rich plan

Said, "sengin' is all that we need"

Think of the liquor and the chewing tobacco

Woman who'd want your last name

So we picked up our shovels

And we head for the holler

In search for that honey hole dream

We searched for an hour or two

Looking for that miracle root

We stumbled across a ridge line full

Laced in that red and green

We fell to our knees and prayed

Stuck our nose in the dirt

All of a sudden we took off wild

Racing' like a forest fire

Diggin' up root

Spittin' bacca juice

Gettin' drunk off the

Ginseng greed

Evening was coming soon

Just like the Sunday news

Where you'll see my face

Front page for what I'm gonna do

Stuck my knife in James back

Blood run down my hands

And he turned to find my face

Covered in the ginseng greed

Blame it on the greed

For the whisky and woman and seng

Blame it on that seed

That gave me a lil extra green

So there he lay a dying

While my pockets over flowed

And I headed home

When I laid him in his ginseng grave

I sit all alone in this cell

For the life I took that day

For all of the greed

For all of the seng

And laying him in his ginseng grave