Down
   by the riverbank in the old bayou
   I'm digging a grave into mud just for you
   and the hardest rains
   always come from Tupalo
   the hardest rains
   always come from Tupalo
  
   Blinded by the moonshine from mexico
   I'm singing my blues
   waiting for the death row
   and the hardest rains
   always come from Tupalo
   another dead baby born in Tupalo
  
   Do you believe in god,
   do you believe in Jesus Christ?
   Have mercy on me, Lord
   I must have been blind
   Got a beast inside
   that I sometimes just can't hide,
   when the wolfsbane blooms
   and the shadows come alive
   Death will be my bride.