The Executioner

On the bank of a river could this be my judgment day, damn this darkness in my soul finger on the trigger and whiskey in my veins lord, we'll bury them blue belly's beneath the rows

From the north to the ocean raising hell in between them northern boys burnin down the south

lord, but I am the undertaker and the executioner for any man who walks these grounds

No body gonna burn us down

When the north come south

And no man gonna tread on me

In the shadow of the valley where the wild River flows

lord, could I still be redeemed

But if hell awaits me I'll enter through them gates with the head of a blue belly