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 bloodhounds
And I pulled on trouble's braids
And I lay by a cypress
As quiet as a stone
Till the bleeding stopped
I blew the weather vane
Off some old roadhouse
I built 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