Cottonmouth Grove

COTTONMOUTH GROVE
Word and Music by John Ford Coley

(When you hear that sound
You know a pistol will do ya no good) Studio version only

She sat down by muddy water
Near the path where her lover would go
Watched moss sway in the live oaks
Swore he'd come he did not show
She ran to find him, in her haste
Stepped right down on a big black snake and she was gone. . . . gone, gone.

Every now and then somebody sees her
A mournful stare, a lifeless soul
I saw her once, in a full moon
Lost my heart, my self control
She's a fever that comes at night
You know that you shouldn't still you think you just might go

Down by the alleyway, just about midnight
Walking by the water, feel your blood run cold
There she'll be flowing in a wet mist
Eyes on fire, hair black like coal
You know better, cause you've been told
You've not who she want's so don't go down into Cottonmouth Grove

Comes the night and you get that feelin'
Chills run up and down my spine
Young man, don't go there
You're not prepared for what you'll find
Her Siren's call will wreck your soul
That woman's gotta be 200 years old

Still you're down by the alleyway just about midnight
Walking by the water feel your blood run cold
There she'll be, flowing in a wet mist
Eyes on fire, hair black like coal
You know better, cause you've been told
You're not who she wants so don't go down into Cottonmouth Grove

You go down by the alleyway, just about midnight
Walking by the water feel your blood run cold
She's there waitin', flowing in a white dress
Eyes on fire, heart you'll never hold
You know better, cause you've been told
You think she's an angel,
I think the Devil lives in Cottonmouth Grove.

Yeah, he's down there in Cottonmouth Grove.
He's waitin' down in Cottonmouth Grove