Southern Gothic

Some have been waiting far too long
For the start of their song
As though if it never begins
It will never end
Some have hoped their chance would come
By that chance to lead them home
But some men walk alone
When their chance is gone

Oh don't let that be me
No don't let that be me
Oh don't let that be me
Oh Lord, don't let that be me

The ghost of the old man is waiting there
Beside your electric chair
He's waiting with a smile
To sit with you a while
Beyond the kudzu it's hard to see
If everyone is looking at me
Brows furrowed with a frown
Carrying notebooks and writing it down

Oh don't let that be me
No don't let that be me
Oh don't let that be me
Oh Lord, don't let that be me

Oh don't let that be me
No don't let that be me
Oh don't let that be me
Oh Lord, don't let that be me

Oh don't let that be me
No don't let that be me
Oh don't let that be me
Oh Lord, don't let that be me



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Leon O'clair, Matthew Kenneth Bonner
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