Piss Ant Hill

It’s hard to find the Lord when you never see the sky
And tally marks on cinder blocks are your years passing by
Well it’s been six long years since I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the South to keep me from the bed I’ve made

I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If nobody’s claimed me yet, I reckon they never will
To hell with perdition
My nightmares’ ammunition
Is six feet under the clay of Reidsville
A pine box on piss ant hill

There’s an angel down in Vicksburg who almost took my name
I tried to plow the honest man’s ground but I ain’t no Virgil Caine
Well I tied one on and killed a man for looking at me cross
Now that magnolia woman ain’t the only thing I’ve lost

I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If nobody’s claimed me yet, I reckon they never will
To hell with perdition
My nightmares’ ammunition
Is six feet under the clay of Reidsville
A pine box on piss ant hill