Undead Fred - Joe Ficklin

C F C G Often in these mountains I have heard the people say C F C G C “You ought to fear the dark, my child, and hope to wake each day C F C G And when I stop and ask them for the reason for this dread C F C G C They tell another story of the vampire called Fred CHORUS C F C G Evil Fred, walking dead, Fred who cannot die C F C G C Wolfen Fred, Shadow Fred; Fred the bat can fly They say he packs an open sore; he picks it and he slings That evil fairly sizzles from the poisoned pus he flings They say he stands up tall and straight—he’s nearly eight-foot-ten But gave his soul up long ago to hunt the hearts of men CHORUS They told a tale of magic, in a town that stood alone Of an ugly bird with feet like hands like none of nature’s own This evil man’s familiar held the town in fear, you see ‘Til Fred, he cloned the master’s bird and now that town has three CHORUS They whisper of a small black train; it’s whistle’s lonesome sound That comes for sinners when they die, to take them where they’re bound If I have heard the tale one time, then I have heard it twice How Fred, he drove that train himself to a place that’s not so nice CHORUS And everytime they finish, then I ask where I should go They shake their heads and lie to me and tell me they don’t know And tell their watching children, “There’s no need to look for Fred “As soon as it gets dark tonight, this man’s as good as dead!” CHORUS And so I go from place to place, and people run away It seems they always know that death will follow in a day He’s always just a day too late, I’ve stayed a step ahead But I know that he is stalking me, that vampire named Fred CHORUS