Lyrics

lyrics
ICHABOD CRANE
Music & Lyrics: Heather Alexander

Walkin' through the town in a fancy learned way,
Talk is goin' 'round and now we're bettin' you don't stay!
The Horseman's out for glory and your head you cannot keep
If you don't believe the stories when the hollow is asleep!

Such a tasty morsel, but you cannot have her yet!
Don't act in haste, of course, because she's someone else's pet!
Teacher, I beseech you now to try to keep your head,
And don't tumble with Van Tassel in a fluffy feather bed!

ICHABOD CRANE, DON'T GO RIDIN' TONIGHT!
THERE'S A BRIGHT, BLOODY STAININ' ON THE PALE MOONLIGHT!
BULL FROG CRYIN' OUT A WICKED REFRAIN,
ARE YOU LISTENIN' TO HIM SINGIN'
“ICHABOD CRANE!”?

The Horseman rides a stallion that's as black as Winter's night,
Courses through the valley in attempt to give us fright-
If you think of midnight strollin' better think upon it twice,
'Cause your head 'll go a rollin' just as smooth as loaded dice!

Now don't 'cha be forgettin' that they say he cannot fail!
Not a soul that's met him and has lived to tell the tale!
He'll decapitate you quick and dead, and never show remorse,
And he'll gather up your severed head and feed it to his horse!

So if you're out at evening, and you see a head of flame,
To late to start believin' you have just yourself to blame!
Your safety lies within a chance that only happens when
You hastily cross the covered bridge and not return again!

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