Grant Lee Phillips - 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












		
			



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