Deep River (feat. Marcus King)

You were a cannonball, moving on the water

I was the moon and the river and the rapture

Mississippi Cavaliers crashing through the Mayqueens chandeliers

We left the river, headed to the city

Two organ grinders, looking for a monkey

Tombstone hearts and Blacksmith hands

Aching just for being there on dry land

Clattering stone and rattling bones

Stepping to the beat of an old acetone

You and me my baby blue

In the concrete jungle without our shoes

When you get to the City, you gotta get a job

And you'll walk those streets until your feet throb

White shirt, clean teeth, combed hair, tie

You'll still be at the bottom of the welfare line

I tried to be a weatherman tried to mix drinks

Took out loans to learn to think

Pink pills fizzing up my brain

I stayed unemployed as the falling rain

Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues

Deep River Bottom Blues

Mr banks said he could help but I could see his teeth

Clicking like a tiger before fresh meat

Compound interest, FDIC

Nothing in this town ever came for free

I soon missed the wind, blowing through the rushes

I soon missed the river song riding like a Duchess

Lost in someone else's prayer

Trapped between the cold earth and the air

Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues

Deep River Bottom Blues

In my blood I could feel the tide

Pulling through me like your presidents pride

I knew it was time to leave

Smell of the water coming through the trees

So we drank to the zealots, apostles and dreamers

That were poor as the patriots and parking meters

And flowed like a river made of gasoline

And all of the ice down in New Orleans

There was no message I could find

No epiphany calling from the clear divine

Just broken screens and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues

Deep River Bottom Blues

You were a cannonball moving across the water

I was the moon and the river and the rapture

Mississippi cavaliers crashing through the May queen chandeliers