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