Edith Grove & Bottle Tree: Music

last night I dreamt the Mississippi was rising
over my head, over my head
I woke up with a steam engine pounding
in my chest, in my chest

I don?t want to spread no bad omens
but I seen the ravens gathering around my path
no matter what they say
sometimes the past comes back alive

I feel the swamp heat humidity rolling
across my brow, cross my brow
baby I tried to call but the phone
lines were down, lines were down

I hear the sheriff?s sirens in the whine
of cicadas in the trees
it?s the hottest day on record must be
hell moving in a little closer

I hear the horses coming but I don?t
see no riders, see no riders
I did some bad things in Fayetteville that keep me
running hard, running hard

you can take it all away now
you can drop me in the lord?s burning hands
just let me make it to Memphis and
I swear I?ll be in church on Sunday

I?m not forgiven, I?m not forgiven
I?m not forgiving myself