Well i pulled on trouble's braids

And i hid in the briars

Out by the quick mud

Stayin' away from the main roads

Passin' out wolf tickets

Downwind from the blood hounds

And i pulled on trouble's braids

And i lay by a cypress

As quiet as a stone

'til the bleeding stopped

I blew the weather vane

Off some old road house

I build a fire in the

Skeleton back seat of an old tucker

And i pulled on trouble's braids

I spanked cold red mud

Where the hornet stung deep

And i tossed in the ditch

In a restless sleep

And i pulled on trouble's braids

I hung my rain-soaked jacket

On some old barbed wire

Poured cold rusty water

On a miserable fire

I pulled on trouble's braids

The creek was swollen by daybreak and i could just

Barely see

And i floated downstream

On an old dead tree

And i pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids




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