دانلود آهنگ کاتن ماوث چارلی cottonmouth charlie

Hey Mm-mm Don’t tie your boat where the black water bends After,

the sun drops low Old river keeps what the daylight leaves…

That’s just somethin’ locals know If you hear a whistle,

through the cypress trees Don’t whistle back too soon Might…

be a wind, might be Charlie Singing to the moon,

Cottonmouth Charlie Laughing through the cane Walking where the snakes…

lays, sleeping like they knew his name River don’t tell,

and Charlie won’t lie He just grinned and tipped,

his hat As another boat drifted by Charlie never packed…

a pistol Said the river settles scores Kept a deck,

of river cards, cut from old ballroom floors Played five,

hands with a bootleg captain Won his boat before first…

light Gave it back by Sunday morning Said he only,

borrowed luck that night (hey) Whoa, come flood season, Charlie…

vanished Just like smoke above the reeds Some said he,

drifted south with the river Others said the river breeze…

Still the day when fog hangs heavy And the frogs,

all stop at once Folks don’t ask if Charlie’s coming…

They just head back home for lunch