Josephine Of The Swamps

Oh the slough winds all serpentine
 Full of black delta peat
 Yellow bronze grapes of muscadine
 Growing wild and sweet
 On the shore Lady, there ya were
 In your robes of a queen
 And your lips sang a heron's song
 In my hour of need
 And I feel I wanna' crow
 Howlin' in my sleep
 Churning in my soul
 Josephine
 Oh the wasteland is plenty wide
 Far as I ever seen
 And the swamp, she's a full of moonlight
 Full of mangrove trees
 And I feel I wanna' crow
 Howlin' in my sleep
 Churning in my soul
 Josephine
 Pity darkness to follow me
 With it's crocodile leer
 For the hatchet of Josephine
 Of the swamps might appear
 And I feel I wanna' crow
 Howlin' in my sleep
 Churning in my soul
 Josephine
 And I feel I wanna' crow
 howlin' in my sleep
 churning in my soul
 Josephine