Lyrics Ichabod! - Legendary Shack Shakers

Ichabod!

Ripped from my outstretched arms
O her weakness for worldly charms!
Serpentina Root and ribs entwine
As I dream of her moonlit eyes
So don’t cremate me when I’m gone
I won’t be gone for long
I’m a sinner in the hands of an angry God
Stick me in the ground and let me rot
Where the grass don’t grow
And the leaves don’t lie A
Nd their worm dyeth not
Just call me «Ichabod.»
O hearken the boneyard bells!
The tintinnabulation of Hell
I’ll come creepin' out a dead chimney
With the turn of a skeleton key
Take the long way around Mt. Zion
Opt out of the Ramsom’d Choir
No Glory, divine amazing grace
Just to waft through her window lace
Where the grass don’t grow
And the leaves don’t lie A
Nd their worm dyeth not
Just call me «Ichabod.»