The Blackwater Fever - Blackwater

he’s run this town since time begun like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun he ain’t your friend and he ain’t your foe but take heed now, don’t fuck with joe takes his hammer, takes a stone like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl to the light in the valley where you call it home and break down your door when you’re sleeping sound takes his cleaver, cuts your throat a cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat some say he’s the devil, just a bad mofo one thing’s for sure you don’t fuck with joe well there once was a trucker by the name of clyde ran a little moonshine on the side he knew damn well who owned that liquor store but no one told him who wrote the law found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track it was the midnight train that broke his back ain’t no way to die but then he shoulda had known that he dug his grave when he fucked with joe sue ray ran a house of ill repute in the old shack down by the black bayou had ‘em lined up way round the bend i think you know how the story ends joe fucked her good with a shot to the head her brains laid out all over the bed he had no right to do the things he did but if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead you should’ve never stolen from butcher’s corner store ’cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor his name’s on the wind, footsteps in the snow i warned you three times already i can’t warn you no more so when he takes his hammer, takes a stone breaks down your door while you’re sleeping sound the light of the moon hits his cleaver to show the red with anger, wild eyes of joe