Great Lakes Myth Society - Cottonmouth lyrics

We tell of all our oxbows without yielding a word And foster them to willing eyes that look up and then down, down Who says the nights are black enough Without whiskey, beer and wine? Who doubt the world we come from? And so, the summer nights go missing I'll declare: I'll hold my head high. No you'll no longer be there So this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air I'll raise a glass high To that which falls on deaf ears, I'll hold my head high The gaming and the modest talk will end inside the van Where floodgates open and Drown the cause down, down, down These drunken impediments Will fall out of six dusty cottonmouths And so, the summer nights go missing I'll declare: I'll hold my head high; no, you'll no longer be there So this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air I'll cast a blind eye To that which falls on deaf ears, I'll hold my head high