Tupelo - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Look a-yonder, look a-yonder

Look a-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, and sucked-a the damn thing dry

Tupelo-o!

Oh, Tupelo, in a valley hides a town called Tupelo

Distant thunder rumbles, 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-oh-oh, oh 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 a-Tupelo

God help a-Tupelo, god help a-Tupelo

Oh God help the Tupelo

You can say these streets are rivers, you call these rivers streets

You can tell yourself you’re dreamin' 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, Tupelo’s shame, Tupelo’s shame, Tupelo’s shame

God help Tupelo

God help the Tupelo

God help a-Tupelo

God help a-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, 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!)

Oh 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 a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Mama, rock you lil' one slow

Mother, rock your baby

Mother, rock you lil' one slow

Mother, rock your baby

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo

Til the King is a-born in a-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!