Black water flowing without a sound
Boy on a bayou with one eye on the ground
Looking for the copperhead and that black cotton mouth
Better watch your step in the old, deep south
And that old black mud
Yes, that old black mud
That old black mud
Back when a quarter buy a gallon of gas
Sign of prestige was a gold Cadillac
Driving down the blacktop with the AC on
Drive past the shanties and the sharecropper farms
And that old black mud…
Southern white Baptists got the lock on the land
Count yourself lucky if you’re part of the clan
Something not spoken, but it’s well understood
Pass on the knowing, like it’s all for the good
Of that old black mud…
Maybe I’ll finish with a surprise end
Tie it all together with a band of love
Maybe I’ll drift off like a fading memory
Disappear forever in that old black mud
This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021
Edd Donovan's day job as a social worker brings a sense of empathy to his elegantly constructed political folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 26, 2019