Conococheague

I have a lover, but I want another
Cause he’s being chased by John Boy’s Brothers
I had a lover like no other
But he’s at the bottom of the Conococheague

Summer felt like death that year
Hung like the hide on a withered deer
He came to me on a Southern wind
With a cool stare and a smile that killed

He came to me with secrets untold
Blood on his hands over fool’s gold
Word travels like a homeless herd
And John Boy’s Brothers heard every word

If only I had told him at the end of every day
Keep your lovers near you and your secrets in your grave