Swampline Abyss

Deep in the reeds where the current runs cold

There is a secret that never gets told

Heavy black mud on the banks of the bayou Hiding the stories

that follow behind you

Oh,

dark southern water, wash me clean

Down where the spanish moss hangs green

Hold me under till the fever breaks

Down in the deep where the valley

shakes (wash me clean,

yeah) Old wooden hulls sinking down to the floor

They don't make passage to land anymore

No one comes looking for what has been lost

Counting the water to cover the

cost

Oh,

dark southern water, wash me clean

Down where the spanish moss hangs green

Hold me under till the fever breaks

Down in the deep where the valley shakes (wash me clean,

wash me down) (hmmmmm)

Dark water... (hush now,

hush)