trip to hyden

tossed and turned the night before in some old motel

subconsciously recallin' some old sinful thing i'd done

my buddy drove the car and those big coal trucks shook us up

as we drove on into hyden in the early morning sun

past the hound dogs and some domineckered chickens

temporary-lookin' houses with their lean and bashful kids

every hundred yards a sign proclaimed that christ was coming soon

and i thought

well