| Song | Shit Creek |
| Artist | Old Crow Medicine Show |
| Album | Remedy |
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| She said take your trouble to the river | |
| Let the muddy water wash it away | |
| If the truth don't float back up to the top | |
| You can bid our love good day | |
| So I took to the edge, I dove on in, | |
| The current went and stole me away | |
| Rocks and gravel, I ain't got a paddle | |
| To dig my dying grave | |
| See a trail of tears come trickling down | |
| Where the water's got a bitter taste | |
| My heart is heavy and my boots ain't steady | |
| And the waves keep slapping my face | |
| I can hear her voice in the howling rain | |
| Saying it's sink or swim | |
| But the deed's all done, I'm going down | |
| And I won't be back again | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I'm sinking like a ship | |
| I'm a runaway devil | |
| And I ain't got a paddle | |
| Going up sh*t creek | |
| There's a bend up ahead by the dead bulrushes | |
| Where the cottonmouth coil and play | |
| I've been floating by levies and rusted out Chevys | |
| For now on fifteen days | |
| In the fog, in the moon, in the Mississippi mud | |
| Everywhere I see her face | |
| But I'm only a pebble in the belly of the devil | |
| In a godforsaken place | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I'm sinking like a ship | |
| I'm a runaway devil | |
| And I ain't got a paddle | |
| Going up sh*t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la… | |
| So I reach for the reeds and the roots of the willows | |
| That rise like a ghost from the bank | |
| Hear the roar and the crash of every lost soul | |
| That sprung a leak and sank | |
| When my body is a bag of broken bones | |
| With a farewell breath I call | |
| God damn you lover there will never be another | |
| And it's over the waterfall | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wicked ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was bittersweet | |
| I'm sinking like a ship | |
| I'm a runaway devil | |
| And I ain't got a paddle | |
| I say God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I'm sinking like a ship | |
| I'm a runaway devil | |
| And I ain't got a paddle | |
| Going up sh*t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la… |
| She said take your trouble to the river | |
| Let the muddy water wash it away | |
| If the truth don' t float back up to the top | |
| You can bid our love good day | |
| So I took to the edge, I dove on in, | |
| The current went and stole me away | |
| Rocks and gravel, I ain' t got a paddle | |
| To dig my dying grave | |
| See a trail of tears come trickling down | |
| Where the water' s got a bitter taste | |
| My heart is heavy and my boots ain' t steady | |
| And the waves keep slapping my face | |
| I can hear her voice in the howling rain | |
| Saying it' s sink or swim | |
| But the deed' s all done, I' m going down | |
| And I won' t be back again | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| There' s a bend up ahead by the dead bulrushes | |
| Where the cottonmouth coil and play | |
| I' ve been floating by levies and rusted out Chevys | |
| For now on fifteen days | |
| In the fog, in the moon, in the Mississippi mud | |
| Everywhere I see her face | |
| But I' m only a pebble in the belly of the devil | |
| In a godforsaken place | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la | |
| So I reach for the reeds and the roots of the willows | |
| That rise like a ghost from the bank | |
| Hear the roar and the crash of every lost soul | |
| That sprung a leak and sank | |
| When my body is a bag of broken bones | |
| With a farewell breath I call | |
| God damn you lover there will never be another | |
| And it' s over the waterfall | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wicked ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was bittersweet | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| I say God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la |
| She said take your trouble to the river | |
| Let the muddy water wash it away | |
| If the truth don' t float back up to the top | |
| You can bid our love good day | |
| So I took to the edge, I dove on in, | |
| The current went and stole me away | |
| Rocks and gravel, I ain' t got a paddle | |
| To dig my dying grave | |
| See a trail of tears come trickling down | |
| Where the water' s got a bitter taste | |
| My heart is heavy and my boots ain' t steady | |
| And the waves keep slapping my face | |
| I can hear her voice in the howling rain | |
| Saying it' s sink or swim | |
| But the deed' s all done, I' m going down | |
| And I won' t be back again | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| There' s a bend up ahead by the dead bulrushes | |
| Where the cottonmouth coil and play | |
| I' ve been floating by levies and rusted out Chevys | |
| For now on fifteen days | |
| In the fog, in the moon, in the Mississippi mud | |
| Everywhere I see her face | |
| But I' m only a pebble in the belly of the devil | |
| In a godforsaken place | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la | |
| So I reach for the reeds and the roots of the willows | |
| That rise like a ghost from the bank | |
| Hear the roar and the crash of every lost soul | |
| That sprung a leak and sank | |
| When my body is a bag of broken bones | |
| With a farewell breath I call | |
| God damn you lover there will never be another | |
| And it' s over the waterfall | |
| God damn this river | |
| And its wicked ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was bittersweet | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| I say God damn this river | |
| And its wandering ways | |
| And the love we made | |
| Was shallow indeed | |
| I' m sinking like a ship | |
| I' m a runaway devil | |
| And I ain' t got a paddle | |
| Going up sh t creek | |
| Lie la lie la lie la |