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
