Ole Man Dyke

The house on the hill-

That there is Death House-

That be where ole man Dyke live

As pretty as it looks on the outside-

Inside it’s a living hell.

There’s even a dog in the backyard,

Oh, he looks as happy as can be-

But don’t be fooled!

Don’t let ole man Dyke fool you!

That there is the Death house-

Be afraid.

Steer clear of that house!

You must listen to me-

For a many have wandered there

In hopes of a new beginning-

And wound up dead.

Old man Dyke

He’s a mean ole fellow

But you would never know

If you just look-

For he has ways just as sneaky

As the Devil,

And his face is wide, wide grin.

The house on the hill-

Now, that there is the Death House.

That be where ole man Dyke lives-

Steer clear of that house

You must listen to me-

For a many have gone there

And wound up dead