From the recording Kyrie Eleison
Lyrics
SWAMP
Every choice drives you to the crossroads
What do we bury this time, my lord?
The wrath of a day or the pain of a lifetime
sealed in a box under few feet of mud
What kind of man do you want to become?
Dry sand wash all your remorse
Which desire have you chosen to bury?
Laid it low, laid it low
Maybe you’ve done sumthin a little bit wrong
Stayed in Miss’ippi just a day too long
Here comes the train, red-blue lights behind
Red for trouble, blues for convict minds
Driven to the swamp, poor boy,
you can get your mojo back,
I'll take care of...
I’ve always loved these little whims
It’s your fault my friend,
I'll take care of you
Every time you turn around
You fall, you fail, Jim Crow
Sadness is like a trampled viper
Ready for a deadly bite
Stop to believe you could be a better man
Beg for my kiss, now we have a deal
Your journey is marked, until the last of your days
You’re bound to gaze at your shadow
Here comes the train, red-blue lights behind
Red for trouble, blues for convict minds
Driven to the swamp, poor boy,
you can get your mojo back,
I'll take care of...
I’ve always loved these little whims
It’s your fault my friend,
I'll take care of you
[Ale solo]
[Damn solo]
Early this morning,
I knocked upon your door,
and I said
"I believe it's time to go."
You went to the crossroads
me and you are walking side by side
And you're gonna beat your woman
until you get satisfied
You went to the crossroads
fell down on your knees…
So the days keep on remindin' you
I'm the hellhound on your trail
Driven to the swamp, poor boy,
you can get your mojo back,
I'll take care of...
I’ve always loved these little whims
It’s your fault my friend,
I'll take care of you
This song is dedicated and inspired by the great artistic production of Robert Johnson and the intellectual production of Alan Lomax in his essay "The Land Where the Blues Began".