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".