I went down in the cold March water You get a line, honey and I'll get a pole We'll go fishing in the old baptizing hole The old baptizing hole The old baptizing hole Twenty-odd years ago somebody drowned here The preacher dunked him back and forgot to pull him up The city officials said they could baptize no more Baptize no more Baptize no more It's a calm, cool, clear night The trees are screaming your name This entire valley’s flooded With your blood By your blood With your blood I've seen the pictures of the man you call Christ A tall, handsome man with baby blue eyes He's much too pretty to save a wretch like me Save me Save me I heard a preacher say that in this life There are two kinds of people, the have’s and have-not’s Heaven’s for the perfect, worthless be damned Worthless be damned Worthless be damned It's a calm, cool, clear night The trees are screaming your name This entire valley’s flooded With your blood By your blood With your blood I went down in the rushing water The river washes my sin away The river carries me away Carries me away Carries me away
