Blue and red lights lit up the like a road flare on the streets Helicopters circled high in the sky trying to her through the trees Mary Ann took a ride with a boy unknown from the it didnt feel right he forced, she fought, and when she said no well he took off with her life Well he was a dealer from Memphis, posing as a trying to get his way Well he knew it was quiet and no one find her down Iroquois Lane
Now the river slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river the cold, dark quiet
Through the its told that these stories arise and they never end the right way And the fills the night when the devils out to play Come inside my child hell sing through the night Stay away, away hes got you in his sight
Now the river slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river the cold, dark quiet Easy to get lost, to get scared Well your mama always told you, child, better not you down there Iroquois
You could smell the floating through the backwoods, there was something wrong There were creatures of the night running to the river to deliver their goods they were on On of the was packing with a badge to hide and send them to the pen He was in the fire, blocked in the holler and outnumbered by ten
Now the runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, quiet quiet quiet Easy to get lost, to get scared Well mama always told you, child, better not catch you down there Iroquois
Iroquois Lane