Swampblood - The Legendary Shack Shakers

Way down in Toxarcana I was ten years old

In a fever dream, dark night of the soul

Well, it was brillig and the slithey toves

I bid the world goodbye by the dead bog oaks

Drop down in the swampblood

Drop down in the blood

I’m washed in the swampblood

I’m washed in the blood, aye

Well, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south

He’s sittin' with a toadstool rottin' in his mouth

In the clearin' where the bras hang down from the trees

He’s cappin' a coffee can full of teeth

Drop down in the swampblood

Drop down in the blood

I’m washed in the swampblood

I’m washed in the blood, yeah

Down Doom’s Chapel Road, past his great grandma

She says, turn 'em loose or I’ll call the law

He says, there’s no testimony without the test

What we do with our own is our own damn business

Drop down in the swampblood

Drop down in the blood

I’m washed in the swampblood

I’m washed in the blood

Drop down in the swampblood

Drop down in the blood

I’m washed in the swampblood

I’m washed in the blood