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Storm passed by in a half-moon skyI laid by the well to rest my eyes awhileIn Sheldon ChurchyardSheldon ChurchyardI woke in a fright and there in the moonlightA Gullah woman whispered in the nightSon... son, what you doin here?What you doin' here?I said I'm so tired of the time I've wastedThere's been no joy in the life I've tastedSince I been hereSince I been hereCan you help me put an ending To the ten-cent life I've been spending'Fore I come hereShe said that you been seeking fortune and fame, sonOur two problems ain't the same, sonMy nights are spent fightin' with the witchmanMy days I mostly spend peelin' taters for the rich manAnd I come here to dig the sweet mayappleSongtexteLeave here in a tomb, so grapplePut the root wanga on the high sheriffOne high sheriffI opened my eyes in a half-moon skyAnd I thought I saw a goat hung highAnd I thought I saw a black woman digging in the groundTurn around and wave goodbyeFrom Sheldon ChurchyardSheldon Churchyard Aus Songtexte Mania