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 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