down by the riverbank in the old bayou  I am digging a grave into mud just for you  and the hardest rains always come from Tupelo  the hardest rains always come from Tupelo    blinded by the moonshine from Mexico  I'm singing blues waiting for the death row  and the hardest rains always come from Tupelo  another dead baby born in Tupelo    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