Wait For Me
How to get to Hadestown
You'll have to take the long way down
Through the underground,
in the cover of night
Layin' low, and stayin out of sight
Ain't no compass, brother
There ain't no map
Just a telephone wire and a railroad track
Keep on walkin, don't look back
Til you get to the bottomland
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm comin' too
The River of Styx is high and wide
Cinder bricks and razor wire
And walls of iron and concrete
And hound dogs howlin' round the gate
Them dogs will lay down and play dead
If you got the bones, if you got the bread
But if all you've got is your own two legs
Just be glad you got 'em
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm coming too
You're on the lam, you're on the run
Don't give your name, if you don't have one
Don't look no one in the eye,
The town will try to suck you dry
They'll suck your brain,
and they'll suck your breath
And pluck the heart right out your chest
They'll dress you up in your Sunday best
And stuff your mouth with cotton
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm coming, wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
You'll have to take the long way down
Through the underground,
in the cover of night
Layin' low, and stayin out of sight
Ain't no compass, brother
There ain't no map
Just a telephone wire and a railroad track
Keep on walkin, don't look back
Til you get to the bottomland
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm comin' too
The River of Styx is high and wide
Cinder bricks and razor wire
And walls of iron and concrete
And hound dogs howlin' round the gate
Them dogs will lay down and play dead
If you got the bones, if you got the bread
But if all you've got is your own two legs
Just be glad you got 'em
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm coming too
You're on the lam, you're on the run
Don't give your name, if you don't have one
Don't look no one in the eye,
The town will try to suck you dry
They'll suck your brain,
and they'll suck your breath
And pluck the heart right out your chest
They'll dress you up in your Sunday best
And stuff your mouth with cotton
Wait for me, I'm comin'
Wait, I'm comin' with you
Wait for me, I'm comin' too,
I'm coming, wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
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Writer(s): Anais Mitchell
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