Down in Vermilion Parish where the cypress trees grow tall There's a story that the old folks tell when shadows start to fall 'Bout a preacher man with hollow eyes and secrets in his soul And the children who went missing when the church bells ceased to toll In the sugar cane fields something's wrong Been that way for far too long There's a darkness in the bayou Where the Spanish moss hangs low And the truth is buried deeper Than the dead will ever know In the land of cotton and sin Where the devil's always been Louisiana keeps her secrets In the mud and in the wind Sheriff's badge don't mean nothing when the powerful make the rules And the rich men in their mansions treat the poor folks like their fools But justice has a way of finding those who think they're safe When the ghosts of all their victims come to settle up their fate In the sugar cane fields blood runs cold Stories that should not be told There's a darkness in the bayou Where the Spanish moss hangs low And the truth is buried deeper Than the dead will ever know In the land of cotton and sin Where the devil's always been Louisiana keeps her secrets In the mud and in the wind They say on moonless nights you hear them calling Children's voices through the trees And the preacher's ghost still walks among us Begging someone set him free There's a darkness in the bayou Where the Spanish moss hangs low And the truth is buried deeper Than the dead will ever know In the land of cotton and sin Where the devil's always been Louisiana keeps her secrets In the mud and in the wind In the mud... and in the wind... Where the secrets never end...
