Bayou Bones

They call me by my skin; I cross that muddy black water and something follows in.
Hear that chain drag low, hear that branch snap back,
Breathe too hard, too fast, and the dark gets packed.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, won't leave me alone.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, come claim your own.
Hold on.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, they know my home.
Buy your bones, buy your bones, sing me back home.
There's a woman in white lace,
At the bend by an old man's bend; she smiles with her eyes shut,