Lyrics

[Verse]
Down by the creek where the willows weep,
A body cold in the midnight deep,
Whispers fly through the town so small,
They're saying my brother had a hand in the fall.

[Verse 2]
Sheriff’s light cuts the foggy night,
Questions ringing in the candlelight,
Mama cries on the front porch swing,
Praying her son’s not a terrible thing.

[Chorus]
Southern shadows stretch across the land,
Fingers pointing, justice out of hand,
In these parts, and it's hard to know,
If the truth will ever show.

[Verse 3]
Brother sits in a worn-out cell,
Eyes like rivers, gulfing in hell,
His silence speaks louder than his words,
Innocence caged, while the guilty birds.

[Verse 4]
Sweet old preacher comes by to pray,
Says redemption ain’t too far away,
But as he walks, his whispers hint,
Of secrets hidden, and a bloody tint.

[Chorus]
Southern shadows stretch across the land,
Fingers pointing, justice out of hand,
In these parts, and it's hard to know,
If the truth will ever show.