Tonight’s song is about a gypsy, and I devote it to two neo-Bohemian bloggers: bohemian-tea-party and givemeaburger. Both blogs host images of natural beauty that a minimalist like me can’t get enough of. Thanks for the inspiration, ladies, and enjoy the tune!
Hadnot Creek
In the heart of Carolina runs Hadnot Creek,
home to the Bog Bride:
half-Southern, half-Gypsy.
She’ll lure you in with the smells of her cookin’
and keep you in the girth of her hips.
By the cool waters of Hadnot Creek
lips are moving, but they do not speak.
Don’t accept her charity;
the hearts of good men is what she seeks.
They say she’ll dance
‘til your eyes blur and close.
They say she’ll sing
‘til your ears become your toes.
Crawlin’ across the floor,
crawlin’ into her arms.
You’ll be found dead and naked
by the end of the week
in the muddy bend of Hadnot Creek.
CHORUS
The Bog Bride’ll end your marriage
by takin’ life.
But some of these boys’d rather die by her pleasure
than stay with their wives.
But if your love is true and lasting
pinch your nose and whistle this tune
as you walk the waters of Hadnot Creek
where the Bog Bride croons, looms, rooms…
CHORUS
