High in the hills of Union County,
There is a place both fair and fell;
I once did trod its very borders,
And there did find the gates of Hell.
Its walls are green, its doors are open;
They call for you, say come and rest.
The trail is plain, well marked and gentle,
Its comforts full, its harvest blest.
A lady red—all shine and pretty;
Reaches to you, says, “Come and dine
On flesh unmarred,” but on the inside
Lies coiled a worm about her spine.
She comes to you to offer blessing;
So you take a bite and feel divine.
Then juices swell within your belly,
But you hold it down, and then you die.
Its core is plain once you have eaten
From Union’s fruit both fell and fair.
It turns to dust and you’ve been beaten;
Ne’er more to roam, more leave that lair.
So tarry not on yonder barrow:
Home to the lady of despair;
Keep on the road of watchful waiting—
I’ve travelled long to warn you here.
from Yucca Gold
released June 10, 2016
Banjo, Vocals: Joseph Bradshaw
Words and Music by Joseph Bradshaw
Recorded by John Spiker
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