Written by Ben Glover & Gretchen Peters

Lyrics

The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane
Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane
And I'm covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene
And no matter what I do I can't get clean

Last thing i remember was your footsteps in the hall
Whisky in your voice and a shotgun on the wall
Now there's shadows in the shadows. there's trouble in the cane
There's things you do that you just can't explain

Chorus:
Uneasy lies the head, unfaithful is the heart
ungrateful and unlucky and untrue
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go
Only the blackbirds and you

Come harvest in the cane fields the sky turns black with smoke
So it i took our father’s gun and a heavy piece of rope
I left you lying there like rotten fruit upon the ground
I lit a torch and burned the whole thing down

Chorus

Our father was a farmer he planted fields of cane
He planted seeds of evil, we harvested the shame
I’m the last one standing there’s no one left to tell
When it’s my time I’ll see you both in hell