Sikth

Sikth - Tupelo lyrics

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Looka yonder!



A big black cloud come! 

Yes, a big black cloud come.



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, 

And 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 & crazy, oh God help Tupelo 

God help Tupelo,

God help Tupelo,

Oh God help the Tupelo.



Ya can say these streets are rivers 

Ya can call these rivers streets 

Ya can tell yaself ya dreamin' buddy, but no sleep runs this deep, 

No!

No sleep runs this deep, no sleep runs this deep 

Women at their windows, ain crashing on the pane 



Writing in the frost 

Tupelo's shame, 

Tupelo's shame,

Tupelo's shame,



God help Tupelo

God help Tupelo

God help Tupelo

God help Tupelo



Oh, go to sleep little children, the sandmans on his way,

Go to sleep little children, he sandmans 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

Until 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 red... 



Tupelo-o!

(Yeah!) 

O Tupelo

In a shoebox buried with a ribbon red...



Mama, rock you lil' one slow, 

Mama, rock your baby,

Mama, rock you lil' one slow,

Mama, rock your baby,

Mama, rock your baby,

Mama, rock your baby,

Mama, rock you lil' 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 you lil' one slow,

Mama, rock your baby,

Mama, rock you lil' 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!)

Tupelo!

And carry the burden of Tupelo,

Tupelo-o! 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo...

Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo!

Tupelo-o!

(Yeah!)

Yeah Tupelo!

He carried the burden outta Tupelo! 

Tupelo-o!

Yeah Tupelo

You will reap just what you sow!
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