Album: Death on the Mountain
(Budde/Johnson)

Down by the river
There’s a field, I’ll meet you there
When the sun has set
And the darkness steals the air

40 days and 40 nights
You kept me waiting for my pay
On hands and knees I toiled
Now I’m gonna break these chains

Down by the river
There’s a field of shallow ground
Heard a tale of buried treasure
Not more than six feet down

Bring a pickax
I’ll bring a lamp
Bring a sac
I’ll give you a chance
To come up with my pay
Lest we must trade
For your head I’ll say
I’ll take it away

Tell your papa and tell your brothers
They can search me across the land
I’ll be traveling with my treasure
Your body I’ll leave in the sands