Ichabod Crane Words and music by Heather Alexander © 2004-09-01Walkin’ through the town in a fancy learned way Talk is goin' round and now we’re bettin' you don’t stay 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 Tassle in a fluffy feather bed- ICHABOD CRANE, DON'T GO RIDIN' TONIGHT! THERE'S A BRIGHT, BLOODY STAININ' ON THE PALE MOONLIGHT! BULLFROG'S CRYIN' OUT A WICKED REFRAIN ARE YA 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 will go a rollin’ just as smooth as loaded dice Now don’t ya be forgettin' that they say he cannot fail Not a soul’s whose 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 evenin’ and you see a head of flame Too late to start believin’, you have just yourself to blame Your safety lies within a chance that only happens when You hastely cross the covered bridge and not return again!