swampland şarkı sözü

quixanne, ah´m in its grip
quixanne, ah´m in its grip
sinken in the mud
patron-saint of the bog.
they cum with boots of blud
wit pitchfawk and with club
chantin out mah name
got doggies strainin onna chain
lucy, ah´ll love ya till the end!
they hunt me like a dog
down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

so cum mah executioners! cum bounty hunters!
cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
ah cannot run no more
ah cannot run no more
no i can´t!
lucy, ya won´t see this face agin
wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

the trees are veiled in fog

the trees are veiled in fog
like so many jilted brides
now they´re all breakin down and cry
cryin tears upon mah face
cryin tears upon mah face
and they smell of gasolene
a-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
now ah´m burnin like a saint
down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

so cum mah executioners! cum mah bounty huntahs!
cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
no ah cannot run no more.