The Ghost of Thomas Morgan The cotton broke the ground today. The rain brought down the heat. I'm looking for a ride to town. I've got someone to meet. My master's got a broken plow. My master's losing precious time. I've got the tools to fix him good. I've got the reason; I've got the rhyme. It's been fourteen years this morning, Since the whip lay poor Tom down. You heard the owl last night I know, The coyotes coming round. You're baby's almost grown I hear. I hear he's got your eyes. But eyes will change their look I'm sure, When daddy begs me for his life. Fourteen tons of cotton, master, Fourteen tons of sin. Which one will you want the more When the devil calls you friend? I've come to kill your family, sir. I've come to kill your friends. I'm the ghost of Thomas Morgan, And I'm looking for revenge.		For fourteen years you made me pay. For fourteen years I raised your cash. I worked your fields without a word. Without a word I took your lash. For fourteen years I've slept in dirt, And every night I had this dream. A silence grew around your soil. My hatred was the bitter seed. Fourteen tons of cotton, master, Fourteen tons of sin. Which one will you want the more When the devil calls you friend? I've come to kill your family, sir. I've come to kill your friends. I'm the ghost of Thomas Morgan, And I've got a soul to send. I read somewhere an eye for eye, A tooth for tooth…that's what it takes. To right the wrongs done unto you, To mend the evil ways. But I lost more than eyes and teeth. My dying still lies on your floor. You talk the talk- I'll walk the walk. Two steps and I'll be at your door. Copyright 2006 Ryan & Todd Bayless