Текст JJ Grey & Mofro – The Island

In the deepest hour
No man can say for sure
When them hard times fall on you
Where you gonna run boy

Running hard, running fast
Running low to the ground
Boy keep your head down
‘Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you
He’ll never make a sound, Lord
Evil’s here you know it well

In the deepest hour Lord, I feel it coming down
Tide rolling in black as blood in the mangroves
A lonely life, no one sees no one hears
But a foot waving by and by
From the other side of hell

But when them cold
Steel blue eyes fall on you
Yeah, you feel it now, Lord
Evil’s here you know it well

In the deepest hour Lord, times have changed
On that black Monday Lord, 1910
When that hurricane rolled in on us

Now all these boys walking around
All these boys talking big just like they was men
But it’s easy to talk so loud
Now that Mr. Watson’s gone from Chatham Bend