Trouble's Braids

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 houndsAnd 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 built a fire in the skeleton backseat of an old Tucker

And I pulled on trouble's braidsI 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 braidsI hung my rain-soaked jacket on some old barbed wire

Poured cold rusty water on a miserable fire

I pulled on trouble's braids