"Tobacco Moon" lyrics

There's too many ghosts on this farm
Did you hear me, Lynn?
Call your brother down
Get the gold from the barn
I'll pull the wagon 'round

Virginia ain't been the same
We buried John back in June
They caught him out in the cane
Left him hangin' in the tobacco moon

Let's take our time and drink slow
'Cause this is stout stuff, better tell her, Joe
Leave a lick for the lost
Just a mile ahead, gonna ferry across

I know a place where it's safe
Feels like old Daniel Boone
They call it Big Sinkin' Cave
Found it wonderin' in the tobacco moon

And before we all go
Lynn, pull out your bow
I can jump on the spoons
Play me that misty mountain tune

And I can't swear if we'll stay
I feel a storm comin' soon
A trail of blood in the clay
Like a shadow in the tobacco moon