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And they dipped my head in
The water blue
Rat's got a deep scar
Line's owned to you

On top of her
Once a lame
Rare as stone
Can't feel my
"When Daddy comes lookin' we can duck in the water."

They both went out and dipped down to hide
But the girl caught her locket on an underwater branch
Down at Johnson's Creek 
The trees grow tall 
Like a man who feeds his soul on Your word 
And I can look in the water 
I can see the stars fall
There was the night on the water
Beneath the starry sky,
And sailboats like dreamboats were slowly drifting by.
We heard a banjo strumming
Records #45-1900
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987)
MG 1001
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



Me got fire, can't put it out
Heap fire water gonna make
Records #45-1900
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987)
MG 1001
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



Me got fire, can't put it out
Heap fire water gonna make
out how
Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dipped in the water
Making
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
Records #45-1900
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987)
MG 1001
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



Me got fire, can't put it out
Heap fire water gonna make
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
a worthy pool 
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too 
But I'm sporting their
Bailey had accidentally fell 
In the water being used to scrub the floors 
Now Mrs. Bailey was the meanest matron at the home 
She believed in lots of work
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill their shoes? (That's what I need help about)

Down in the delta. Old sun house 
Hard luck
a fountain with the healin' waters
And we knelt down by the rim
And I dipped my hand in and she dipped her hand in too

And I said, "Are you healed?"
And she
ill as mariners will,
On a diet that's cheap and rude,
And the deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gruesome food.
Then nautical pride
spirits in the water, like photos in a box
They're torn by the current, and crushed by the rocks

You find some best friends
We'll hold each other
It's eight o'clock here in kingston, jamaica
The kingston police have issued an apb
Out for wanted criminal rostacious johnson
He has last been
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced
"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises
We could cripple their national defence
So, you Professor Finkle, the world's
year
This seed in the water of your tear
There's no escaping it

This seed in the water of your tear
The way an unborn baby's ear
Unfolds in your belly
I see you by the water
Your toes dipped in the sand
I thought that it was over
I thought you'd understand
But the feeling is returning
Though
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy