Tekst:
Tony Joe White

Some people talk Just to hear their lips rattle Got their high positions Same old ship but with a different paddler Told me that I had to get commercialized

I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying

I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to

It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish Not to ever touch his daughter Emily For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain To get you a time in

Lightinin' streets That you can hear the thunder I see your face I can't help but wonder Praying for a dime It feels like trouble When you see me calling

Willie and Laura Mae Jones Were our neighbors as long time back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the

This is about two cats They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps They're sittin' down on the logs One of them is kind of a big fellow And the other

One foot on the mountain And the other one in the stream All kind of trouble And I'm caught in between I can't change my way of doin' It's gonna lay

I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying