Ten Thousand Islands

In the deep, deepest hour
No man can say for sure
When them hard times follow you
Where you gonna run boy where you gonna go
Running hard running fast running low to the ground
Boy keep you head down
Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you
You'll never hear a sound
Lord evils here you know it well

In the deep, deepest hour
Lord I feel it coming down
The tide rolling in black as blood in the mangroves
A lonely life
No one hears no one sees
But a foot waving by and by
From the other side of hell
But when them cold steel blue eyes fall on you
Yeah you feel it now
Lord evils here you know it well

In the deep, deepest hour
Lord times have changed
On that black Sunday Lord 19 and 10
When that hurricane rolled in on us
Now all these boys walking around
All these boys talking big just like they was men
But it's easy to talk so loud
Now that Mr. Watson's gone from Chatham Bend



Credits
Writer(s): John Grey Higginbotham, Daryl Glen Hance
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