In the deepest hour No man can say for sure When them hard times fall on you Where you gonna run boy Where you gonna go?
Running hard, running fast Running low to the ground Boy keep your head down 'Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you He'll never make a sound, Lord Evil's here you know it well
In the deepest hour Lord, I feel it coming down Tide rolling in black as blood in the mangroves A lonely life, no one sees no one hears But a foot waving by and by From the other side of hell
But when them cold Steel blue eyes fall on you Yeah, you feel it now, Lord Evil's here you know it well
In the deepest hour Lord, times have changed On that black Monday Lord, 1910 When that hurricane rolled in on us
Now all these boys walking around All these boys talking big just like they was men But it's easy to talk so loud Now that Mr. Watson's gone from Chatham Bend