Oh Susannah Deathyard (by Suzie Ungerleider) The deathyard's callin' me Rumblin' round the track. So I'll make the rails my wire and my pillow iron black and I'll listen till I hear the breaking of that drum and my soul will rest in peace beneath that crossroads tomb. The deathyard's callin' me to the deck walk whistlin' dixie met a preacher on the path to the harbour out to sea. He said, "Hear that shorebird scream May your days be few' and now a silver dollar will buy a calm for you." The deathyard's callin' me to that anchor that swings low cuts through the ocean floor and digs a six-foot hole. When you spend your drunken hours swearin' sober to remember the distance tween the ceiling and the floor, that's when you find yourself at the end of your rope gently swingin' time to a mourning song slow. SOCAN, 1996; Copyright 1997 Stella Records.