In the deep, deepest hour No man can say for sure When them hard times follow you Where you gonna run boy where you gonna go Running hard running fast running low to the ground Boy keep you head down Cause when that devil sneaks up behind you You'll never hear a sound Lord evils here you know it well ♪ In the deep, deepest hour Lord I feel it coming down The 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 evils here you know it well ♪ In the deep, deepest hour Lord times have changed On that black Sunday Lord 19 and 10 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