New Madrid

So come on back from New York City
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
For her, that's enough

She walked with me to the fountain

Buries us all in its broken back
And although he's getting old
Walk with me to the fountain
And we've all been told

Rivers burn then run backwards
'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill

There's a man of conviction
Shake my baby and please bring her back
'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill
They all come from New York City
Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid
They woke me up at dawn
And hold onto my arm
Shake my baby and please bring her back
She held onto my arm
Roll your trucks in at dawn
Mr. Browning has a prediction