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