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