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The Murk | Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
The cypress trees whisper low and deep
Their roots dig down where secrets keep
The air is thick, the ground won't dry
In the murk where the lost souls lie
The swamp don't sleep, it calls your name
A heavy breath, a burning flame
It holds you close, won't let you roam
In the murk you're never alone
The water is black, it hides the truth
The past it swallows, steals your youth
A gator's eyes, a haunting glow
The murk has tales it'll never show
The wind hums low, a mournful tune
Underneath the watchful moon
The reeds they shiver, the shadows dance
The swamp won't give a second chance
The swamp don't sleep, it calls your name
A heavy breath, a burning flame
It holds you close, won't let you roam
In the murk you're never alone
A lantern flickers, your steps unsure
The path you took is there no more
The swamp decides who comes and goes
Its will is stronger than you'll ever know