Grant Lee Phillips. Virginia Creeper. Josephine Of The Swamps. Zeneszám

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