Last Night I dreamt the Mississipi was rising over my head Over my head I woke up with a steam engine pounding in my chest In my chest I don't want to spread no bad omens but I seen the ravens gathering around my path No matter what they say sometimes the past comes back alive I feel the swamp heat humidity rolling across my brow, Cross my brow Baby I tried to call but the phone lines were down Lines were down I hear the sheriff's sirens in the whine of cicadas in the trees It's the hottest day on record Must be Hell moving in a little closer I hear the horses coming but I don't see no riders See no riders I did some bad things in Fayetteville that keep me running hard Running hard You can take it all away now You can drop me in the Lord's burning hands Just let me make it to Memphis and I swear I'll be in church on Sunday I'm not forgiven I'm not forgiven I'm not forgiving myself