Mama was a killer, stone cold
She killed my dying daddy oh rest his soul
But he was running the fever, the fever from the water hole
Blackwater

Preacher man was crying, set his faith loose
His sweet wife was dying so he saved her with a noose
Cause she was running the fever, the fever from the water hole
Blackwater

Oh baby you don't look so good
Come lay beside me in my death bed
I think we're running the fever, fever from the water hole
Blackwater

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Writer(s): Shane Hicks