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Help me escape from this deserted sea Lord I think that the devil might be after me I don't want to waste my integrity I just a man livin' a one night stand, I tell you what you need Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Just a little taste, that's all I need Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden off a forbidden tree A simple scheme from judging fate Simple as it may be, it's more than I can take Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Guitar man, play me a tune I got one foot tappin' and nothing to lose I'm lose I don't what to be found The end for me could be comin' real soon I'd like a glass of tea mixed with a sassafras root and a bread of higher ground Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away, won't you wash my sins away