She’s got the eye of an eagle and the tooth of a cat
she can drain my swamp in seconds flat
her hair hanging down like old spanish moss
she’s the queen of the river but I call her the boss

long before the school in the heat of the bank
she made gold from a catfish she pulled from a tank
she got the night wired up and it’s playing her tune
hound dog bark giving orders to the moon

she has the judge and the jury drinking mushroom tea
sliding railroad papers in the land of the free
governor flames talking highway slack
she tame baptist preachers with a bullwhip crack

She calls and I come or my head starts to jerk
blood curdling moans dog my guitar work
I got long, jagged holes in the back of my shirt
my hands disappear ‘neath the railroad dirt

no mystery spell gonna break her mind
she take medicine men make ’em wish they was blind
she live in a house that don’t have no walls
she’s the queen of the river and she’ll break your balls