And for those who can't hear it,
There's blood on the bind,
She has waited for centuries
And for those who can't hear,
signs will shatter the night
We will hold you accountable
What needs to be made right
There's blood on the vine
All you treacherous souls
Better start counting blessings
While the steel -edged train rolls
Up the blood -on -the -bind
Woman, you cannot be denied
Like the sink in your kitchen,
wash the drawers on your line
I'm blinded by that incense
they grind, let it be, still see
Ancient branches and trees, yeah
To wash the blood off my body
To bring it all into order
While the riverboat swayed
And the blood off my body
And what's left of the rain
Hips are started all over
Weary feet of the soldier
Carry the poor boys with heart wounds
To where the fine ladies reign
Without the blood of a warrior
And what's left once you know
That the rain in the bathhouse, yeah,
With the blood of the bayou