Ten Thousand Islands

In the deepest hour
No man can say for sure
When them hard times fall on you
Where you gonna run boy where you gonna go
Running hard running fast running low to the ground
Boy keep you head down
Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you
He'll never make a sound
Lord evils here you know it well

In the deepest hour
Lord I feel it coming down
Tide rolling in black as blood in the mangroves
A lonely life
No one sees no one hears
But a foot waving by and by
From the other side of hell
But when them cold steel blue eyes fall on you
Yeah you feel it now
Lord evils here you know it well

In the deepest hour
Lord times have changed
On that black Monday Lord 1910
When that hurricane rolled in on us
Now all these boys walking around
All these boys talking big just like they was men
But it's easy to talk so loud

Now that Mr. Watson's gone from Chatham Bend