Burn The Honeysuckle

I was born in the summer with black gum on my heels
 Full grown and cussin' and bleach on my wheels
 Killed me a panther before I was even grown
 With a pocket knife and a guitar string and a live honeycomb
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
 Married me a girl raised on mustard greens and bears
 Chimney brown and lanky smoke all in her hair
 She bore me seven babies in ten years time
 With skin like tobacco and eyes like wine
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
 When I'm dead and gone and the sun don't shine
 Build a fire where the grass is gone and burn that vine
 Put me down there with the rest
 In the muddy ground, get me blessed
 I don't wanna go, I must confess
 Put me down there with the rest
 I love the sound of the rain rolling through the trees
 Plate of bacon and a banjo on my knee
 Love to see the lightning crackin' in the spring
 When the moon goes down in the morning I smoke and I sing
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle
 They gonna burn the honeysuckle when I die