Grant‐Lee Phillips - Josephine of the Swamps Lyrics

Oh the slough winds all serpentine

Full of black delta peat

Yellow bronze grapes of muscadine

Growing wild and sweet


On the shore Lady, there ya were

In your robes of a queen

And your lips sang a heron?s song

In my hour of need


And I feel I wanna? crow

Howlin? in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine


Oh the wasteland is plenty wide

Far as I ever seen

And the swamp, she?s a full of moonlight

Full of mangrove trees


And I feel I wanna? crow

Howlin? in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine


Pity darkness to follow me

With it?s crocodile leer

For the hatchet of Josephine

Of the swamps might appear


And I feel I wanna? crow

Howlin? in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine

And I feel I wanna? crow

howlin? in my sleep

churning in my soul

Josephine