Oh the slough winds all serpentine
Full of black delta peat
Yellow bronze grapes of muscadine
Growing wild and sweet
On the shore Lady, there ya were
In your robes of a queen
And your lips sang a heron's song
In my hour of need
And I feel I wanna' crow
Howlin' in my sleep
Churning in my soul
Josephine
Oh the wasteland is plenty wide
Far as I ever seen
And the swamp, she's a full of moonlight
Full of mangrove trees
And I feel I wanna' crow
Howlin' in my sleep
Churning in my soul
Josephine
Pity darkness to follow me
With it's crocodile leer
For the hatchet of Josephine
Of the swamps might appear
And I feel I wanna' crow
Howlin' in my sleep
Churning in my soul
Josephine
And I feel I wanna' crow
Howlin' in my sleep
Churning in my soul
Josephine