Down
by the riverbank in the old bayou
I'm digging a grave into mud just for you
and the hardest rains
always come from Tupalo
the hardest rains
always come from Tupalo

Blinded by the moonshine from mexico
I'm singing my blues
waiting for the death row
and the hardest rains
always come from Tupalo
another dead baby born in Tupalo

Do you believe in god,
do you believe in Jesus Christ?
Have mercy on me, Lord
I must have been blind
Got a beast inside
that I sometimes just can't hide,
when the wolfsbane blooms
and the shadows come alive
Death will be my bride.