Caleb Meyer - Gillian Welch

Caleb Myer he lived alone in them hollering pines

He made a little whiskey for himself

Said it helped pass the time

Long one evening in the back of my house

Caleb come around

He called my name till I went out

With no one else around

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna

Wear them rattling chains

When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name

Where’s your husband, Nellie Cane

Where’s your darling gone?

Did he go on down the mountain side

And leave you all alone?

My husband’s gone to bowling green

To do some business there

And Caleb threw that bottle down

Grabbed me by my hair

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna

Wear them rattling chains

When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name

He threw me in the needle bed

Across my dress he lay

Pinned my hands above my head

And I commenced to pray

I cried, «My God, I am your child

Send your angels down»

Then feeling with my finger tips

The bottle neck I found

I drew that glass across his neck

Fine as any blade

Then I felt his blood run hot and fast

Around me where I laid

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna

Wear them rattling chains

When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name

Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna

Wear them rattling chains

When I go to sleep at night don’t you call my name