Leroy Crow blew overboard, far away from American buoys.
Into alligators and two by fours... and it made a splash that I will always remember.
The hills collapse into the floor... scared of the skies as it rattles the doors.
They left in horror, and with the lord,
and made a wake that I will always remember.
Many have melted here...
Into a mound of years...
Floating on a loan...
Where the wind won't blow.
And if you've come to blossom here
In the boiling air...
I'll tell you that levee's breaking here.
Who could know that the kings own home
was built to float on American bones?
The wood is rotten but the shade is strong...
Leroy Crow is scattered and soaked.
The water turns to lead as it crosses the coast...
Filling his pockets, invading his throat...
He sang a song that I will always remember.