Ten Thousand Islands

In the deep, deepest hour
 No man can say for sure
 When them hard times follow you
 Where you gonna run boy where you gonna go
 Running hard running fast running low to the ground
 Boy keep you head down
 Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you
 You'll never hear a sound
 Lord evils here you know it well
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 In the deep, deepest hour
 Lord I feel it coming down
 The tide rolling in black as blood in the mangroves
 A lonely life
 No one hears no one sees
 But a foot waving by and by
 From the other side of hell
 But when them cold steel blue eyes fall on you
 Yeah you feel it now
 Lord evils here you know it well
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 In the deep, deepest hour
 Lord times have changed
 On that black Sunday Lord 19 and 10
 When that hurricane rolled in on us
 Now all these boys walking around
 All these boys talking big just like they was men
 But it's easy to talk so loud
 Now that Mr. Watson's gone from Chatham Bend