Done with the compass, done with the chart Stuck in the shallows I know by heart Thoughts of the future are yesterday's news The sun never sets on these backwater blues I came to sample the tropical place I'll likely stay 'til the dirt hits my face I went and hung up my working man shoes Planted my toes in the backwater blues Tin cup for coffee, dirt for a yard Old Daltons sleep in the moon Long as you're living, you're lost in this spell And when you're dead, well, man, who can tell? Bridge to the mainland is closed for repairs Peg-legged policeman is sleepin' in jail Could be the boredom, could be the booze Even the cops get them backwater blues ♪ Tin cup for coffee, dirt for a yard That flop-eared bitch rarely movies Try not to breathe lest you take in a smell Try not to stop 'cause Done with the compass, done with the chart Stuck in the shallows I know by heart My mind's drugged, now I'm too stoned to choose Alls I got left are the backwater blues, no Sun never sets on these backwater blues