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