Mean Mary - Murder Creek 

MURDER CREEK is from my upcoming album WOMAN CREATURE, available October 4th! Pre-order now: meanmary.com/w...
And yes, that's the real Murder Creek in the video. Most of the footage was shot near Murder Creek in Alabama.
MURDER CREEK (M. James)
Mary James - vocals, banjo, guitars
Brent “Tarka” Layman - upright bass
Larry Salzman - percussion
Mixed by Jake Hartsfield
I can’t close my eyes in the dark
I dream in black and bleak
I get chills when a rooster crows in the night
And I find myself at Murder Creek
I wade through the water to that fallen tree
That’s been down since the storm in July
I sit until the dark begins to fade
And I’m staring at a bloodstained sky
That old feral cat sits on the bank
His big eyes glowing bright
He watches me like he did before
Like he watched from the woods that night
I get this feeling he’s not the only one
Hiding out there in the trees
And I run from the cold, muddy water
Like I’m running from a swarm of bees
There are stories that should be forgotten
There are sorrows too terrible to speak
But as hard as I try, I can never forget
What happened at Murder Creek
I follow that old trail in the woods
That leads to the edge of town
Sadie’s in her backyard hanging clothes
Barefoot in her nightgown
Alabama’s full of rivalry
And we’ve got grudges as old as the dirt
But I never thought a man could sway us
Like a clothesline swinging a shirt
I never would have gone out that night
If it hadn’t been the way Sadie laughed
Now she’s looking at me and standing so still
Like she’s waiting to be photographed
We all were all just a little bit in love with him
And the dark daring things that he said
But he got to Sadie most of all
Like a demon inside her head
There are monsters we didn’t mean to make
Havoc we never meant to wreak
Be we watched it all play out like a movie
That night at Murder Creek
Sometimes you're forced to do things
Some people just wouldn't understand
I keep hearing those words, Sadie's words in my head
As I cut across Mr. Brown's land
Loreen is out in the pasture
Alone by a broken gate
There's a green-broke filly on the other side
Just whinnying and shifting its weight
I remember her in the water that night
Like a dam against the flood
Hair streamed down across her face
And mud stained her dress like blood
She never said much before
Now she doesn't talk at all
But one time I caught her crying
Inside Big Ben's empty stall
There are secrets that come with secrets
And mysteries that play hide and seek
And I can never understand or explain
What happened at Murder Creek
Travis is staring out a dark window
With a look of hate and shame
I wonder if that look is for someone
Or if he even knows who to blame
We were such a sleepy little dreamy town
Now we’re all nightmares and dread
We’ve got ghosts walking around like people
And people walking around like the dead
I nearly stumble into Becca Taylor
She looks down and scurries out of sight
She smelled of what she’d been baking
Just like she did that night
Danny is sitting on the front porch
Probably waiting for their worthless son
Who bathes in a river of whisky each night
Trying to wash away the things we’ve done
But there are nightmares you can’t un-dream
Words you can’t un-speak
Things you saw you can never unsee
Like what happened at Murder Creek
I run like I’m being chased
Back to my old, deserted house
When I notice the back door is open
And my heart is beating out of my blouse
There’s a footprint of Murder Creek mud
Right there on the kitchen floor
And on Momma’s old table is something
That hadn’t been there before
In this land of Iron and steel
There are three types of flesh and bone
Those that lead, those that follow
And those who want to be left alone
I’ve lived my whole life free
But I’m losing my lucky streak
And I’m thinking soon the whole world will know
What happened at Murder Creek
There are monsters in the dark now
There are futures we can never seek
And a night in the past that keeps moving forward
Like the waters of Murder Creek