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Ditchwitch

Somethin' was makin' him stop
He was burnt to the max
Just smoked his last cigarette
Already gone thru 4 packs
Up ahead he saw a sign
Slowed ta be turnin' in
What was layin' up ahead
Was nowhere he'd ever been.

Place was dark an lonely lookin'
An set back a pace
An erie feelin' was freezin cold
Yet sweat ran down his face
Wanted to leave as quick as he could
But instead went in the place.

No one appeared ta be there
So he took a look around
Odd things were layin' about
Weren't there ta be found
Jumped at a tap on the back
Snuck up without no sound
A voice came floatin' by
Liftin' him off the ground.

What it was he couldn't quite tell
But he wasn't afraid
He had to come here that was sure
This was the part he played
But he had never imagined
This was the price ta be paid.

The voice told him what to do
An' where it had to be done
Says there's a car waitin' out back
On the seat there's a gun
He closed his eyes to the task
An watched his spirit erode
While the rest of his soul was lost
Left layin' on that road.

When it was done would it be over
He couldn't do it again
That kinda job is an evil one
Just about did him in
Skatin' with fire over the ice
Chances be gettin' thin.

It was done he was on the road
Glad ta be leavin' there
Had ta get it all behind
Next stop was anywhere
One thing he knew for sure
This would be the last
Flashin' back to the day
When the spell'd been cast.

The voice still haunts him to this day
He hears it all the time
When he sittin' alone at night
He replays the crime
Life just seems so senseless now
Not even worth a dime.