SikTh - Tupelo Lyrics
Looka yonder!A big black cloud come!Yes, a big black cloud come.Come to the Tupelo,Come to the Tupelo.Yonder on the horizon,Yonder on the horizon.Stopped at the mighty river,Stopped at the mighty river,And sucked the damn thing dry,And sucked the damn thing dryTupelo-o!Oh, Tupelo,In a valley hides a town called Tupelo.Distant thunder rumble,Distant thunder rumble,Rumble hungry like the Beast,The Beast it cometh, cometh down,The Beast it cometh, cometh down,The Beast it cometh, cometh downWow-wo-wo, Tupelo bound.Tupelo-o!Oh, TupeloThe Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound.Why the hen won't lay no egg, can't get that ***** to crow,The horse is spooked & crazy, oh God help TupeloGod help Tupelo,God help Tupelo,Oh God help the Tupelo.Ya can say these streets are riversYa can call these rivers streetsYa can tell yaself ya dreamin' buddy, but no sleep runs this deep,No!No sleep runs this deep, no sleep runs this deepWomen at their windows, ain crashing on the paneWriting in the frostTupelo's shame,Tupelo's shame,Tupelo's shame,God help TupeloGod help TupeloGod help TupeloGod help TupeloOh, go to sleep little children, the sandmans on his way,Go to sleep little children, he sandmans in his way,But the little children know,But the little children know,They listen to the beating of their blood,Listen to the beating of their blood,Listen to the beating of their blood,Listen to the beating of their blood!The sandman's mud!The sandman's mud!The sandman's mud!The sandman's mud!And the black rain come down,The black rain come down,Black rain come down,Water, water everywhere,Water, water everywhere,Where no bird can fly no fish can swimWhere no bird can fly no fish can swimNo fish can swimUntil The King is born,Until The King is born,Until The King is born...Tupelo-o!Oh, TupeloUntil The King is born in Tupelo..In a clap-board shack with a roof of tinWhere the rain came down and leaked within,A young mother frozen on a concrete floor,With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw...Tupelo-o!(Yeah! Yeah!)Hey, Tupelo!With a bottle and a box and a cradle of strawWell Saturday gives what Sunday steals,And a child is born on his brothers heels,Come Sunday morn the first-born dead,In a shoebox tied with a ribbon red...Tupelo-o!(Yeah!)O TupeloIn a shoebox buried with a ribbon red...Mama, rock you lil' one slow,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock you lil' one slow,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock you lil' one slow,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock your baby,Til the King is born in TupeloTil the King is born in TupeloTil the King is born in TupeloTil the King is born in TupeloMama, rock you lil' one slow,Mama, rock your baby,Mama, rock you lil' one slow,Mama, rock your baby,Til the King is born in Tupelo,Til the King is born in Tupelo,Til the King is born in Tupelo,Til the King is born in Tupelo!Tupelo-o!(Yeah! Yeah!)Tupelo!And carry the burden of Tupelo,Tupelo-o!(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo...Yeah! The King will walk on Tupelo!Tupelo-o!(Yeah!)Yeah Tupelo!He carried the burden outta Tupelo!Tupelo-o!Yeah TupeloYou will reap just what you sow!
