Deep River (feat. Marcus King)

You were a cannonball, moving on the water
 I was the moon and the river and the rapture
 Mississippi Cavaliers crashing through the Mayqueens chandeliers
 We left the river, headed to the city
 Two organ grinders, looking for a monkey
 Tombstone hearts and Blacksmith hands
 Aching just for being there on dry land
 Clattering stone and rattling bones
 Stepping to the beat of an old acetone
 You and me my baby blue
 In the concrete jungle without our shoes
 When you get to the City, you gotta get a job
 And you'll walk those streets until your feet throb
 White shirt, clean teeth, combed hair, tie
 You'll still be at the bottom of the welfare line
 I tried to be a weatherman tried to mix drinks
 Took out loans to learn to think
 Pink pills fizzing up my brain
 I stayed unemployed as the falling rain
 Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues
 Deep River Bottom Blues
 Mr banks said he could help but I could see his teeth
 Clicking like a tiger before fresh meat
 Compound interest, FDIC
 Nothing in this town ever came for free
 I soon missed the wind, blowing through the rushes
 I soon missed the river song riding like a Duchess
 Lost in someone else's prayer
 Trapped between the cold earth and the air
 Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues
 Deep River Bottom Blues
 In my blood I could feel the tide
 Pulling through me like your presidents pride
 I knew it was time to leave
 Smell of the water coming through the trees
 So we drank to the zealots, apostles and dreamers
 That were poor as the patriots and parking meters
 And flowed like a river made of gasoline
 And all of the ice down in New Orleans
 There was no message I could find
 No epiphany calling from the clear divine
 Just broken screens and flying machines in pieces on the ground
 Oh My, Deep River Bottom Blues
 Deep River Bottom Blues
 You were a cannonball moving across the water
 I was the moon and the river and the rapture
 Mississippi cavaliers crashing through the May queen chandeliers