Committed a crime that no longer exists
Was left at the crossroads at a place that is jinxed
Committed a crime against god and his king
All that's left is a cider drinking inn
See my summer soon
Sit around telling stories by the fire
About the good old days and the things they had for hire
So my friend if you're feeling especially brave
Take a trip down to old Tuckers grave
See my summer soon
Enter this place and you'll not come out the same
Tucker makes sure that he'll enter your brain
And when the last drop's drunk and the gods have their way
There's every chance you'll think you're halfway insane
There's no turning back now there's no one can save
A poor soul who visits old Tuckers grave
See my summer soon.