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Down in the lowlands by the old slave levee
There's a bend in the river, a bell in the Wateree
All of my family will rest there in time
Listening to the hickory winds under loblolly pines
South Carolina moss hangs from the trees
In a black-water swamp that's been calling to me
When I'm in trouble of feeling alone
I think of the moonlight off the front porch back home
South of the salt marsh lies Charleston Bay
Where the red beans and rice been cooking all day
Honey grab your calico, basket and shawl
Will dance from Market Street to the Battery Wall
Down a sandy road in a red-clay clearing
A little white church and black voices singing
When I was a kid I'd sneak down there to here, cause
It's sound so good I felt that Jesus was there