Swampfire Blues

(hmmmm) Black water creeping up the wooden door

Moss hanging low on the cypress floor

I saw the devil in the Spanish moss

Counting up the dollars for a heavy loss

There's a fire in the mud

Running hot through my blood

(oh god)

And the tide

is gonna turn

Sink deep down in the badlands

Got a fistful of mud and some cold,

dead plans

Yeah we don't give a damn

In the thick of the bayou,

damn

Whiskey bottles on the wooden deck

Got a heavy chain around my neck

Don't preach to me about your holy grace

I'll spit the dirt right back in your face

No savior in the reeds

(no savior) Only matching what you bleed (yeah,

you bleed)

Sink deep down in the badlands

Got a fistful of mud and some cold,

dead plans

Yeah we don't give a damn

In the thick of the bayou,

damn

Down in the muck... (hmmmm)