Album: Death on the Mountain
(Johnson)

Out of the swamp, out of the mud
Beasts of the wild and a flock of white doves
Man’s in the distance, tools in the shed
Gun’s in his holster till his hunger goes unfed

Take my health, throw me out in the cold
Give me filth and the wisdom of the old
Take my pride, give a penny to the poor
Give me reason, give me rhyme, give me love, and give me war

Old Joe from the swamp swore he’d fight off the flood
When the storm a-come he took out his gun
He shot at the rain, cursed at the sky
All the town fled and he just stayed home to die