Tupelo
(专辑: The Trees Are Dead & Dried Out, Wait For Something Wild - 2003)
Looka yonder Looka yonder Looka yonder A
big black cloud comes! Yes, a
big black cloud comes. Come to the
Tupelo, Come to the
Tupelo. Yonder on the
horizon, Yonder on the
horizon. Stopped at the
mighty river, Stopped at the
mighty river, And sucked the
damn thing dry Sucked the
damn thing dry Tupelo-o! Oh, Tupelo In a
valley hides a
town called Tupelo. Distant thunder rumble, Distant thunder rumble, Rumble hungry like the
Beast, The
Beast it cometh, cometh down, The
Beast it cometh, cometh down, The
Beast it cometh, cometh down, Wow-wo-wo Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o! Oh, Tupelo The
Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound. Why the
hen won't lay no egg, Can't get that cock to crow, The
horse is spooked and crazy, Oh God help the
Tupelo God help the
Tupelo, God help the
Tupelo, Oh God help the
Tupelo. Ya can say these streets are rivers Ya can call these rivers streets Ya can tell yaself ya dreaming buddy, But no sleep runs this deep, no! No sleep runs this deep, No sleep runs this deep Women at their windows, Rain crashing on the
pane Writing in the
frost Tupelos' shame, Tupelo's shame, Tuprlo's shame God help the
Tupelo God help the
Tupelo God help the
Tupelo God help the
Tupelo Oh, go to sleep little children, The
sandman's on his way Go to sleep little children, The
sandman's in his way, But the
little children know, But the
little children know, They listen to the
beating of their blood, Listen to the
beating of their blood, Listen to the
beating of their blood, Listen to the
beating of their blood! The
sandman's mud! The
sandman's mud! The
sandman's mud! The
sandman's mud! And the
black rain come down, The
black rain come down, Black rain come down, Water, water everywhere, Water, water everywhere, Where no bird can fly no fish can swim Where no bird can fly no fish can swim No fish can swim Until The
King is born, Until The
King is born, Until The
King is born... Tupelo-o! Oh, Tupelo 'Til The
King is born in Tupelo. In a
clap-board shack with a
roof of tin Where the
rain came down and leaked within, A
young mother frozen on a
concrete floor, With a
bottle and a
box and a
cradle of straw... Tupelo-o! Yeah! Yeah! Hey, Tupelo With a
bottle and a
box and a
cradle of straw Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals, And a
child is born on his brothers heels, Come Sunday morn the
first-born dead, In a
shoebox tied with a
ribbon of red. Tupelo-o! Yeah! Oh, Tupelo In a
shoebox buried with a
ribbon of red. Mama, rock you little one slow, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your little one slow, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your little one slow, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your baby, 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo Mama, rock your little one slow, Mama, rock your baby, Mama, rock your little one slow, Mama, rock your baby, 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo 'Til the
King is born in Tupelo! Tupelo-o! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Tupelo And carry the
burden of Tupelo Tupelo-o! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo... The
King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o! Yeah! Oh, Tupelo! He carried the
burden outta Tupelo! Tupelo-o! Yeah, Tupelo You will reap just what you sow!