| Look a-yonder, look a-yonder
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| Look a-yonder, a big black cloud comes!
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| Yes, a big black cloud comes
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| Come to the Tupelo, come to the Tupelo
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| Yonder on the horizon, yonder on the horizon
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| Stopped at the mighty river, stopped at the mighty river
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| And sucked the damn thing dry, and sucked-a the damn thing dry
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| Tupelo-o!
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| Oh, Tupelo, in a valley hides a town called Tupelo
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| Distant thunder rumbles, distant thunder rumble
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| Rumble hungry like the Beast, the Beast it cometh, cometh down
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| The Beast it cometh, cometh down, the Beast it cometh, cometh down
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| Wow-oh-oh, oh Tupelo bound
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| Tupelo-o!
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| Oh, Tupelo, the Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound
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| Why the hen won’t lay no egg, can’t get that cock to crow
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| The horse is spooked & crazy, oh God help a-Tupelo
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| God help a-Tupelo, god help a-Tupelo
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| Oh God help the Tupelo
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| You can say these streets are rivers, you call these rivers streets
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| You can tell yourself you’re dreamin' buddy, but no sleep runs this deep, no!
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| No sleep runs this deep, no sleep runs this deep
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| Women at their windows, rain crashing on the pane
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| Writing in the frost, Tupelo’s shame, Tupelo’s shame, Tupelo’s shame
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| God help Tupelo
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| God help the Tupelo
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| God help a-Tupelo
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| God help a-Tupelo
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| Oh, go to sleep little children, the sandman’s on his way
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| Go to sleep little children, the sandman’s in his way
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| But the little children know, but the little children know
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| They listen to the beating of their blood
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| Listen to the beating of their blood
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| Listen to the beating of their blood!
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| Listen to the beating of their blood!
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| The sandman’s mud!
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| The sandman’s mud!
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| The sandman’s mud!
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| The sandman’s mud!
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| And the black rain come down
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| The black rain come down
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| Black rain come down
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Water, water everywhere
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| Where no bird can fly, no fish can swim
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| Where no bird can fly, no fish can swim
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| No fish can swim until The King is born
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| Until The King is born, until The King is born
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| Tupelo-o!
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| Oh, Tupelo, until The King is born in Tupelo.
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| In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin
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| Where the rain came down and leaked within
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| A young mother frozen on a concrete floor
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| With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
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| Tupelo-o! |
| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Hey, Tupelo!, with a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
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| Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals
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| And a child is born on his brothers heels
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| Come Sunday morn the first-born dead
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| In a shoebox tied with a ribbon red
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| Tupelo-o! |
| (Yeah!)
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| Oh Tupelo, in a shoebox buried with a ribbon red
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| Mama, rock you lil' one slow
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock you lil' one slow
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock you lil' one slow
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Mama, rock your baby
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Mama, rock you lil' one slow
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| Mother, rock your baby
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| Mother, rock you lil' one slow
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| Mother, rock your baby
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo
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| Til the King is a-born in a-Tupelo!
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| Tupelo-o! |
| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| Tupelo, and carry the burden of Tupelo!
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| Tupelo-o! |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
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| Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo, Tupelo…
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| Yeah! |
| The King will walk on Tupelo!
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| Tupelo-o! |
| (Yeah!)
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| Yeah, Tupelo!
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| He carried the burden outta Tupelo!
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| Tupelo-o!
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| Yeah Tupelo, you will reap just what you sow! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tupelo, artist - SikTh. Album song The Trees Are Dead & Dried Out Wait For Something Wild, in the genre Прогрессив-метал