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there's trouble's takin' place in the lowlands at night
and i'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
and i'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
there's trouble's takin' place in the lowlands at night
and i'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
and i'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things and go
i go under if you leave me here alone
oh this backwater blues will be gone
if we hold on
i go under if you leave me here alone
oh this backwater blues will be gone
if we hold on
i'll get you smiling by singing my song
surely we're the kookiest two in a backwater zoo
something ain't right
i'll get you smiling by singing my song
surely we're the kookiest two in a backwater zoo
something ain't right
start
backwater
we're sailing at the edges of time
start
backwater
we're sailing at the edges of time
in the backwood
over at the backwater
over at the backwater
in the backwood
over at the backwater
over at the backwater
what's the scoop on what's his face?
got a backwater nothing but he runs the place from halls
runs it from the halls
what's the scoop on what's his face?
got a backwater nothing but he runs the place from halls
runs it from the halls
like a refugee from a house that's burning
and the backwater's calling your name
end
like a refugee from a house that's burning
and the backwater's calling your name
end
was born in louisiana in the middle of a swamp
i'm like a backwater bullfrog
i'm ready to jump
was born in louisiana in the middle of a swamp
i'm like a backwater bullfrog
i'm ready to jump
our mouths are made of chalk and sand. if only we could take one last sip
backwater would invite us
to the one-way trip. the sky is a cracked jar
our mouths are made of chalk and sand. if only we could take one last sip
backwater would invite us
to the one-way trip. the sky is a cracked jar
well the 4:19 rolls on the red ball line
and the backwater shack's been waking to the 419
said she got the smoke coming out of the stack
well the 4:19 rolls on the red ball line
and the backwater shack's been waking to the 419
said she got the smoke coming out of the stack
call me antiquated
backwater cracker
call me ishmael
call me antiquated
backwater cracker
call me ishmael
i got smoke in my iris
backwater acid bath for riddle-rousing cowards
better me than you've ever seen
i got smoke in my iris
backwater acid bath for riddle-rousing cowards
better me than you've ever seen
the slow flow to the ocean
from the backwaters of our own lives
they pull us sideways and forwards
the slow flow to the ocean
from the backwaters of our own lives
they pull us sideways and forwards