There’s a man out by the oak trees
The darkness is his disguise
There he waits among coyotes
He’ll be gone by morning light

Our house is stone made from the ages
Passed on down and now it’s mine
Fortified from the beasts of winter
Just this side of the county line

Don’t you cross that county line
There’s no heaven on the other side
Don’t you cross that county line
Tell your children Just stay inside

On this land I will be living
Until god decides it’s time
Bury me beneath the willows
Just this side of the county line

Don’t you cross that county line
There’s no heaven on the other side
Don’t you cross that county line
Tell your children just stay inside