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Jim White

Still Waters

 

Still Waters

(álbum: The Mysterious Tale Of How I Shouted Wrong-Eyed Jesus - 1997)


Well I was shacked up down in the mobile
With a girl from New York city
She woke me up one night to tell me
That we weren't alone
She said she saw the ghost
Of a woman staring at me
I told her not to worry
But in the morning when I woke up, she was gone
So I headed on to Florida
Where I tangled with some sailors
And as I laid bloody on the wharf
I cursed the ship they sailed on
Wouldn't you know, twenty four hours later
That ship sank into the ocean
Disappearing like an unwanted memory
Beneath the waves

I guess it's 'cause, still waters run
Run deep in me
Cause I got this crazy way...
Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters

And I was woke up just before dawn
By an old man crying in the rain
He was drunk and he was lonely
And as he passed by he sang a hymn
And as I lay there listening
Well I almost joined him in that song...
But instead I just held my peace
And waited 'till that old man moved along
Then later on that day about
A quarter mile out of town
I found his body hanging in
A grove of pines, swaying in the wind
And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
To Jesus
And this time though I don't know why
I somehow felt inclined to sing along

I guess it's cause, still waters run
Run deep in me
'Cause I got this crazy way...
Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters

Yes and there are projects for the dead
And there are projects for the living...
Thought I must confess sometimes
I get confused by that distinction...
And I just throw myself into the arms
Of that which would betray me
I guess to see how far Providence
Will stoop down just to save me

And it's all because, still waters run
Run deep in me...
'Cause I've got this crazy way...
Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters

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