Swampland Lyrics

Quixanne, ah�m in it�s grip
Quixanne, ah�m in it�s 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.

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