Well I was shacked up down in the mobile
With a girl from New York city
She woke me up one night to tell me
That we weren't alone.
She said she saw the ghost
of a woman staring at me
I told her not to worry
But in the morning when I woke up,She was gone
So I headed on to Florida
Where I tangled with some sailors
And as I laid bloody on the wharf
I cursed the ship they sailed on
Wouldn't you know,twenty four hours later
That ship sank into the ocean
Disapearing like an unwanted memory
Beneath the waves

I guess it's 'cause, still [bad word] [bad word] deep in me
Cause I got this crazy way...
Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters.

And I was woke up just before dawn
By an old man crying in the rain.
He was [bad word] and he was lonely
And as he passed by he sang a hymn.
And as I lay there listening,
Well I almost joined him in that song...
But instead I just held my peace,
And waited 'till that old man moved along.
Then later on that day about
quarter mile out of town,
I found his body hanging in
grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
To Jesus,
And this time though I don't know why,
I somehow felt inclined to sing along.

I guess it's cause, still [bad word] [bad word] deep in me
' Cause I got this crazy way...
crazy way I'm swimming in still waters.

Yes and there are projects for the dead
And there are projects for the living...
Thought I must confess sometimes
I get confused by that distinction...
And I just throw myself into the arms
Of that which would betray me.
I guess to see how far Providence
Will stoop down just to save me.

And it's all because, still [bad word] [bad word] deep in me...
'Cause I've got this crazy way...
Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters