In the deepest hour

No man can say for sure

When they 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

You'll never hear 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 hears no one sees

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's 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 ploud

Now that Mr Watson's

Gone from Chatham Bend