Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole Taste, the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through Held up here, it's a silent fear And this space don't take my mind A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake That I'm clothed in I can't see when I

So if I never get to say this to you Find a stream that leads toward the water of the divine You should still know, dry your eyes Come lay with me I'm right here When the world explodes Try to remember these words When the world explodes! In the darkest

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

If I can't bring you to my house I'll bring my house to you So come on hitch your wagon Water and electric and a place to drain the septic Any KOA is A-OK as long as I'm with you To the living room I'm draggin' It don't matter where we go We'll never be

Then I remember When the moon was full and bright I would take you in the darkness And do the tango in the night Listen to the wind on the water Listen to the waves upon the shore Try to sleep, sleep won't come Just as I begin to fade

Wave after wave I’m slowly drifting (drifting away) Pulling against the stream And it feels like I’m drowning (Drifting away) My face above the water My feet can’t touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of

You'll be a hard luck woman Baby, 'till you find your man I keep telling you hard luck woman You ain't a hard luck woman Rags, the sailor's only daughter A child of the water Too proud to be a queen Rags, I really love ya I can't forget about ya