From: Xenta [email protected]
Graveland
down by the riverbank in the old bayou I am digging a grave
into mud just for you and the hardest rains always come
from Tupelo the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
blinded by the moonshine from Mexico
I’m singing blues waiting for the death row and the hardest rains
always come from Tupelo another dead baby born in Tupelo
do you believe in God do you believe in Jesus Christ
have mercy on me Lord I must have been blind go a beast
inside that I sometimes just can’t hide
when the wolfbane blooms
and the shadows come alive death will be my bride