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