Bodysnatchers Dave Rawlings Machine

Everything’s predictable in little river towns
Barges and tobacco, drinking straight Kentucky brown
Mama’s bunions swelling when there’s evil creeping round
Like bodysnatchers

You know she used to tell me she was gazing out at space
I can feel them coming down to pilfer and erase
And I should have told you the first time that I saw you face to face
That you’re a bodysnatcher

I sold my soul for something up on Barford Hatches
Twenty years of lining down the tracks
Mama said next time you see the bodysnatchers
Tell them all they’d better get back

You better get back, get back, get back
Better get back you bodysnatchers
Better get back, get back, get back
You better get back you bodysnatchers

Each Mississippi river queen tries to play the saint
This far down the river you pretend you what you ain't
I’m the son of a son of a pioneer gun, I slather on the paint
Like a bodysnatcher

The nameless tombstones crumble o’er the graves of Cairo kings
When there’s high water everywhere it covers everything
And when the sun comes out of nowhere you can hear the birdies sing
You’re the bodysnatcher