Junebug

A beautiful woman she rose

From the smokin' waters of the lake

With a candle that burned in each palm

My teeth each sank gently to the floor

Bring me some luck little junebug

Your cousins they're gods to the seas

The March afternoons

The sun and the moon

Before I fall asleep

A white blood of wolves must be drained

And that sorry captain howdy

Scatters my bones for the lambs

Bring me some luck little junebug

Your cousins they're gods to the seas

The March afternoons

The sun and the moon