Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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Verse 1

 The air all painted pallid grey, the storm was comin' in

Folks were lining out in all directions

Me an Holt and Henry Short were pitchin' on the skiff,

Trying to make it home before the night

 And the grey waves were rollin',

Bold the brave, brave ocean

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And rolled us suckers in

Verse 2

 Well I don't keep to goings on, I tend to stick with kin

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But Watson had it in from the beginning

 He built that house on Chatham bend, a whitewashed knotted pine

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Ninety acres furrowed for the cane

 And he drove it down from Georgia

 His dad a martyred soldier

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In the war between the States

Chorus

 Lord, bring down the flood

 Wash away the blood

 And drown these everglades

 And put us in our place

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We layed Edgar Watson in his grave

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We layed him in his grave

Verse 3

Till I'm dust I'll never know why he came ashore

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With all those killers gathered on the shorelines

Kicking holes in ugly mud, with trigger fingers pinched

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A brace of rifles bristled in the wind

And we towed his body northbound

 And buried him all face down

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With a good view into hell

Chorus

 Lord, bring down the flood

 Wash away the blood

 And drown these everglades

 And put us in our place

(Fill 3)

We layed Edgar Watson in his grave

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We layed him in his grave

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We layed him in his grave

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We layed him in his gra____ve