Cottonmouth Songtext
von Great Lakes Myth Society

We tell of all our oxbows
Without yielding a word
And foster them to willing eyes
That look up then down, down
Who say the nights are black enough
Without whiskey, beer, and wine?
Who doubt the world where we come from?
And so the summer nights go missing


I′ll declare
I'll raise a glass 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

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 crawl out
Of six dusty cottonmouths
And so the summer nights go missing


And I 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