Old Ceremony Blood And Oil
Well. there's a little houseBack there in the woods
Kudzu vines have torn aprt
Everything they could
There's a place beneath the floorboards
Where she kept her letters hid
And it tells the secret story
Bout the awful things she did
Now the rain and worms have
Turned her words back into the soil
But the ground is drowned
With blood and oil
A stranger came to town
Selling magazines
Door to door he'd tip his hat
To every girl he'd see
And before too long
He knocked upon
The window of her house
It was then that she begain to wonder
What life was about
And pretty soon his hat hung on a nail inside her door
And her hands were stained
With blood and oil
Soon he went away
And she was alone
Her husband wrote from Normandy
That he was coming home
He had fought the Germans bravely
In the villges of France
The letter slowly fluttered out
From her shaking hands
And she knew she couldn't face him
And pretend that she'd been loyal
And she cried bitter tears
Of Blood and Oil
Hour after hour
She paced the little room
She felt her stomach tighten
With the certainty of doom
He would never understand
Just how lonely she'd become
So she packed a bag of clothes
And a bottle of his rum
And she disappeared into the world
As the night uncoiled
And she left behind a trail
Of blood and oil
