E. Watson

歌詞

Year-old painted pallored grey The storm was comin' in Folks were lining out in all directions Me and Hoad(?) and Henry Short Were pitchin' on the skiff Tryin' to make it home before the night And the grey waves were rollin' Bold the brave brave ocean And rolled us suckers in Well I don't keep to goings on I tend to stick with kin But Watson had it in from the beginning Built that house on Chatham Bend Of whitewashed knotted pine Ninety acres furrowed for the cane He drove it down from Georgia His dad a martyred soldier In the war between the states Lord bring down the flood Wash away the blood Drown these everglades And put us in our place We laid Edgar Watson in his grave We laid him in his grave Till I'm dust I'll never know Why he came ashore With all those killers Gathered on the shoreline Kicking holes in ugly mud And trigger fingers pinched A brace of rifles bristled in the wind And we towed his body northbound And buried him all face down With a good view into hell Lord bring down the flood Wash away the blood Drown these everglades And put us in our place We laid Edgar Watson in his grave We laid him in his grave We laid him in his grave We laid him in his grave