Jesus came to the south to die
Rolling tide, rolling fog
Mist, dazed in the haze
The south can be such a twisted place, twisted trees and twisted faces
Alien in a strange land.
Cruelty disguised as kind hand.
Troubled feeling from the start.
Oh sweet child, bless your heart.
Lizards, snakes, alligators
Love yourself as you love your neighbors.
Grace and mercy they all cry.
Jesus came to the south to die.