John Brown’s Body

Theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds

John brown’s body was never found

But the locals see him walkin round

There’s a ‘for sale’ sign on the old farm roads

There’s a silo empty and done for

The place just ain't the same no more

Now its shinin all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades

Theres snow up in the way

And those clouds still full of rain

There’s work in town or so they say

Just blessed to fill our hands today

God knows if it will ever pay

And we fill our hands with wood and steel

And grace is a woman we all long to feel

You know someday we will…you know someday we will

There’s always the creaks and the strangest sounds

John brown’s body’s up and walkin round

Countin all the riches that he’s found

And he throws it all in that wishing well

Made it home in the morning hail…there’s snow up in the way

And those clouds still full a rain