old man rufus tucker
lived on the dark side of cramerton ridge
was it the lack of light or his lonesome life
that made him say the things he did
everytime he came down from that mountain
held have the strangest stories to tell
be it gobblin graves, fairy parades
or the struggles between heaven and hell
some said a secret hides behind pale eyes
and they wanted the story untold
the tells he hashed were only a mask
because he bought his supplies with pure gold
the baker boys let out for that ridge
theyld make the old man give’em a share
they wont speak of that night of bone-chilling fright
or why the odd white streaks through their hair
now the old man and me became good friends
people just took it as a matter of fact
so no real surprise the day that he died
he left me some gold
and the deed…to his old moutain shack