Way Down in the Country

Woke up this morning.

With a pistol in my hand.

It had fired three rounds.

Man. didn't make any sense.

I found myself, quite amazed.

By the fact that I was still alive.

Way down, In the country.

Where the black trees grow.

I´m slightly puzzled,

For a city boy.

A white city boy

Someone had dragged me down, way down south,

and left me here for dead.

Way down in the country.

Where the black trees grow.

Where the Cottonmouth will take your life.

Very - Slow.

Way down, In the country.

I´m slightly puzzled,

For a city boy.

A white city boy

Way Down, In the country

(I´m slightly puzzled Lick)

It was a dark as the dungeon.

The smell was no good.

Could feel the Mississippi.

The flood, and the blood.

I Came tumbling down.

Fell off of a cliff.

You know landed in mud and therefilled it with blood.

Way down in the country.

Way down in the country.

Way down in the country.