Catherine's

Woke up this afternoon, mouth tastes like ashes
It so very bright outside my sunglasses
Searching for water, holy water
Might even catch me a catfish
Skin him and go make some money
Yeah, daddy needs a little cabbage
Take it down to the corner, don't bother askin
They all know what you're looking for, your digging through a the trash can
Searching for water, holy water
Looking kind of savage
But if you do so happen to find it, I know a place you can go
You can take it on down to Catherine's

My head is on a runaway train with a one way ticket
You'll be missing me yet
I think its stopping somewhere close to Jackson, Mississippi
Gonna turn my suitcase to a boat
Yeah, but when them birds stop singing and that boat stars sinkin
How far you think your gonna float?
Its kinda hard in this ankle deep water to tell,
But I believe I found the road to hell
But the wind don't sail, I might be doing just as well to turn around
And head back into the mountain
Cause if that wind won't blow I know a ace we can go
Where a little girl stays up in a cabin
Her name is Catherine