Cullen Baker's Jug-and-Spoons Porch Session (Remastered)

(Verse 1) There’s a mist that never lifts along the Sulphur River bed, Where the moss hangs heavy from the cypress overhead. They called me a rebel, called me devil, called me free, Now the muddy water’s all that’s left of me. I carried two irons tucked low upon my hips, With a dark kind of anger always sitting on my lips. When the war was finished and the home folk laid down arms, I took my battle back into the woods and farms. (Chorus) So bury my name beneath the blackland clay, The Swamp Fox moves where the shadows play. No high-noon sun, no prairie wide and clear, Just a whisper in the cypress that I was here. (Verse 2) They sent the blue coats down to hunt me through the brush, Listen close at dusk, you can hear the river hush. I knew every creek bed, every sinkhole, every hide, Long before they stepped onto the Texas side. A quick-draw ghost in a tangled, swampy maze, Living out my years in a dark and bloody haze. Out on the plains, they write their legends bold, But the stories in the bayou don't get told. (Chorus) So bury my name beneath the blackland clay, The Swamp Fox moves where the shadows play. No high-noon sun, no prairie wide and clear, Just a whisper in the cypress that I was here. (Bridge) Didn't fall to a sheriff, didn't fall to a badge, Met my end in the dark on a quiet river ridge. Sold out for silver by the ones I called my own, Now the moss and the water claim my bones. (Outro) No marble headstone, no grand goodbye, Just the cold Caddo Lake under a midnight sky. Listen to the wind when the fog rolls in... Cullen Baker’s never coming back again.