Lyrics - Tupelo by Cave Nick

Looka yonder!
Looka yonder!
Looka yonder!
A big black cloud come!
O comes to
Tupelo.
Comes to
Tupelo.
Yonder on the horizon.
Stopped at the mighty river and
Sucked the damn thing dry.
Tupelo-o-o,
O
Tupelo.
In a valley hides a town called
Tupelo.
Distant thunder rumble.
Rumble hungry like the
Beast.
The
Beast it cometh.
Cometh down.
Wo wo wo-o-o.
Tupelo bound.
Tupelo-o-o.
Yeah
Tupelo.
The
Beast it cometh.
Tupelo bound.
Why the hen won't lay no egg.
Cain't get that cock to crow.
The nag is spooked and crazy.
O
God help
Tupelo!
O
God help
Tupelo!
Ya can say these streets are rivers.
Ya can call these rivers streets.
Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy.
But no sleep runs this deep.
No!
No sleep runs this deep.
Women at their windows
Rain crashing on the pane
Writing in the frost
Tupelos' shame.
Tupelo's shame.
O
God help
Tupelo!
O
God help
Tupelo!
O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans on his way.
O go to sleep lil children.
The sandmans in his way.
But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood.
They listen to the beating of their blood.
The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!
And the black rain come down.
Water water everywhere.
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim.
No fish can swim
Until
The
King is born!
Until
The
King is born!
In
Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o!
Til
The
King is born in
Tupelo!
In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin.
Where the rain came down and leaked within.
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor.
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw.
Tupelo-o-o!
O
Tupelo!
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw.
Well
Saturday gives what
Sunday steals.
And a child is born on his brothers heels.
Come
Sunday morn the first-born dead.
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red.
Tupelo-o-o!
Hey
Tupelo!
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red.
O ma-ma rock you lil one slow.
O ma-ma rock your baby.
O ma-ma rock your lil one slow.
O
God help
Tupelo!
O
God help
Tupelo!
Mama rock your lil one slow.
The lil one will walk on
Tupelo.
Tupelo-o-o!
Yeah
Tupelo!
And carry the burden of
Tupelo.
Tupelo-o-o!
O
Tupelo!
Yeah!
The
King will walk on
Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o!
O
Tupelo!
He carried the burden outa
Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o!
Hey
Tupelo!
You will reap just what you sow.

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