Quixanne, ah'm in it's grip
Sinken in the mud
Patron-saint of the Bog.
They c** with boots of blud
Wit pitchfawk and with club
Chantin out mah name
Got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end!
They hunt me like a dog
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
So c** mah executioners! C** bounty hunters!
C** mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
No I can't!
Lucy, ya won't see this face agin
Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
The trees are veiled in fog
The trees are veiled in fog
Like so many jilted brides
Now they're all breakin down and cry
Cryin tears upon mah face
Cryin tears upon mah face
And they smell of gasolene
A-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
Now ah'm burnin like a saint
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!
So c** mah executioners! C** mah bounty huntahs!
C** mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
No ah cannot run no more.
Quixanne, ah'm in it's grip Quixanne, ah'm in it's grip Sinken in the mud Patron-saint of the Bog. They c** with boots of blud Wit pitchfawk and with club Chantin out mah name Got doggies strainin onna chain Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end! They hunt me like a dog Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! So c** mah executioners! C** bounty hunters! C** mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more Ah cannot run no more Ah cannot run no more No I can't! Lucy, ya won't see this face agin Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn... Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! The trees are veiled in fog The trees are veiled in fog Like so many jilted brides Now they're all breakin down and cry Cryin tears upon mah face Cryin tears upon mah face And they smell of gasolene A-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me Now ah'm burnin like a saint Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! So c** mah executioners! C** mah bounty huntahs! C** mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more No ah cannot run no more. Explain Request ×
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