John Brown's Body

There's 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 There's 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 --- John Brown's Body - Gregory Alan Isakov