Lyrics Southern Belle - The Midnight Ghost Train

Southern Belle

Fear is the fever
That breaks all the chains
And no is the answer
That causes it to rain
Won’t you take out my hammer
And slide it down in your skirt
Since your death will come too early
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt
Won’t you ring that southern belle
And lock up all your doors
I’ll be waiting in your bedroom
With a loaded 44
My patience is a digging
You a hole in the Mississippi dirt
Since your death will come from my hand
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt
My patience is a digging you a hole
Down in the Mississippi dirt
Since your death will come from my hand
I wanna know
How much should I make it hurt