.

Ain’t no grave can hold my body down,

Ain’t no moonlight gonna drape me in its gown,

Ain’t no high sea deep enough to make me drown;

I should know for I have long trodden –

Ages past and eons through –

Among those higher cast, among the rotten,

When all is false that becomes true;

Ain’t no body down can hold my grave,

Ain’t no body up can splinter this trave,

Ain’t no stranger’s hand which may engrave;

But mine.

– Oh the wine

Tastes so sweet –

But yours.

– Drink it quick! Before it sours…

T’will be gone in a beat. –

But one.

There ain’t no king can wear my dirty crown,

There ain’t no grave can hold my body down.

But one.

.

But one.