Reaping Time

Reaping Time
 (Selwyn Birchwood, Selwyn Birchwood Music
 Admin. by Eyeball Music, BMI)
 Way down down, down, down, down
 South of the Georgia line
 I heard the sound, sound, sound, sound, sound
 Of a poor man cryin'
 With a picture of a woman
 That he once loved
 He carried anger, an address, a motive, and a gun
 Oh, it's reaping time
 It's reaping time
 Yeah, the seeds have been sewn and grown
 And it's reaping time
 He weeped, weeped, weeped, weeeped, weeped
 For what he's bout to do
 As he reads reads, reads, reads, reads
 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
 He could see, see, see, see, see
 Through the Georgia rain
 What would be, be, be, be, be
 The one that he would slay
 Oh, it's reaping time
 It's reaping time
 Yes, the seeds have been sewn and grown
 And it's reaping time
 Drunk with whiskey, betrayal, heartache, and the pain
 Oh, his face lit up with a flash
 Lord, a flash and a bang
 The man lived his days and didn't forget it
 His victim lived just long enough to taste regret
 Oh, it's reaping time
 It's reaping time
 Yeah, the seeds have been sewn and grown
 And it's reaping time.
 Well, well, well, well, well, well
 Well, well, well, well, well, well