driving with my demon in the deep south

I'm driving with my demon

in the deep south

goin' home

might be waking

might be sleeping

might be dreaming

no one knows

goin' home

those cotton bolls

in the black earth

stuck like stars

row on row

in the static

a.m. station

preacher trying

to save my soul

I'm driving with my demon

 in the deep south

goin' home

past muscle shoals

past montgomery

to the flatland and mobile

past moonlight

past memory

to that lost horizon home

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