Backwater Blues

Done with the compass, done with the chart

Stuck in the shallows I know by heart

Thoughts of the future are yesterday's news

The sun never sets on these backwater blues

I came to sample the tropical place

I'll likely stay 'til the dirt hits my face

I went and hung up my working man shoes

Planted my toes in the backwater blues

Tin cup for coffee, dirt for a yard

Old Daltons sleep in the moon

Long as you're living, you're lost in this spell

And when you're dead, well, man, who can tell?

Bridge to the mainland is closed for repairs

Peg-legged policeman is sleepin' in jail

Could be the boredom, could be the booze

Even the cops get them backwater blues

Tin cup for coffee, dirt for a yard

That flop-eared bitch rarely movies

Try not to breathe lest you take in a smell

Try not to stop 'cause

Done with the compass, done with the chart

Stuck in the shallows I know by heart

My mind's drugged, now I'm too stoned to choose

Alls I got left are the backwater blues, no

Sun never sets on these backwater blues