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