Well I was shacked up down in Mobile nWith a girl from New York City.nShe woke me up one night to tell me nThat we weren't alone.nShe said she saw the ghost nOf a woman staring at me.nI told her not to worry, nBut in the morning when I woke up, she was gone.nnSo I headed on to Florida where nI tangled with some sailors.nAnd as I lay bloody on the wharf, nI cursed the ship they sailed on.nWouldn't you know, twenty four hours later nThat ship sank into the oceannDisappearing like an unwanted memory nBeneath the waves.nnI guess it's 'cause, still waters run, nRun deep in men'Cause I got this crazy waynCrazy way I'm swimming in still waters.nnAnd I was woke up just before dawn nBy an old man crying in the rain.nHe was drunk and he was lonely nAnd as he passed by he sang a hymn.nAnd as I lay there listening, nWell I almost joined him in that songnBut instead I just held my peace, nAnd waited 'till that old man moved along.nnThen later on that day about nA quarter mile out of town,nI found his body hanging in nA grove of pines, swaying in the wind.nAnd as he swang that rope sang another hymn nTo Jesus,nAnd this time though I don't know why, nI somehow felt inclined to sing along.nnI guess it's cause, still waters run, nRun deep in men'Cause I got this crazy wayncrazy way I'm swimming in still waters.nnYes and there are projects for the dead nAnd there are projects for the livingnThought I must confess sometimes nI get confused by that distinctionnAnd I just throw myself into the arms nOf that which would betray me.nI guess to see how far Providence nWill stoop down just to save me.nnAnd it's all because, still waters run, nRun deep in men'Cause I've got this crazy waynCrazy way I'm swimming in still waters.