He can feel her skeleton beneath her skin
As the sun plays on the mountain
And her dress lies torn on the muddy banks
Of the deep dark river flowing in his veins
And Daddy's hammering the tar paper shack
And Momma hangs her dish rag on the line swinging slack
And the flies will buzz round the old pig sty
There's a deep dark river running through his mind
Momma fetch the preacher, Daddy get your gun
Sister run off with your snake-eyed son
And he laid her in the holler and he left her to die
With a deep dark river flowing from her thigh
With a deep dark river flowing from her thigh