Black Eyed Susans - Brett Kissel

There’s a house that’s widely known

To everybody from my town

It’s in the middle of a wheat field

It’s rotten and rundown

And there’re still people that remember

The young bride that once lived there

And how she hid his little secret

Behind her golden hair

Now the grass grows through the floorboards

You can see through to the ground

And the caraganas taking over all the way around

And the echoes of her sadness

They blow from room to room

But the strangest thing is how she comes to life in early June

Through the golden glow of hundreds of thousands

Of black eyed Susans

They roamed to town on Tuesdays

To the market for supplies

Back then there were no glasses to hide her darkened eyes

Then all of a sudden

He took those trips all by himself

And his story was she left him

And ran off with someone else

They sat him down and questioned him

Then they searched the place

For some evidence against him

But they never found a trace

Of anything that’d point

To how that young girl disappeared

But her spirit leaves a clue

In abundance every year

Through the golden glow of hundreds of thousands

Of black eyed Susans

Oh, black eyed Susans

It’s a shocking, haunting number

Of flowers that surround

The house that’s widely known

To everybody from my town

As the echoes of her sadness

They blow from room to room

She gets her revenge on him

Each and every June

Through the golden glow of hundreds of thousands

By living on and on in all those thousands

Of black eyed Susans

Oh, black eyed Susans

Oh, black eyed Susans