HAUNTED RIVER
Album : The Knife Feels Like Justice (1986)
Brian Setzer


With that he cold New England wind 
Blowin' through my hair 
As my blood and whisky 
run through me as one 
didn't anybody hear her silent scream 
didn't anybody see his twisted grin 

All the neighbours wept and cried 
By her shallow grave 
and her momma prayed the lord her soul to take 
and her daddy stood alone he swore revenge 
and the haunted river flowed with blood again 

Late one night he crossed 
The river by himself 
The waters surged to reach for him through the night 
And the storm raged on and on 
on and on and on and on 

Everybody wondered what ever happened to 
The old reverend Brown who preaches Sunday mess 
and the sea turned calm and blue 
by the oceans door 
and the haunted river flowed with blood no more