Trouble's Braids

Well I pulled on trouble's braidsand

I hid in the briarsout by the quick mudstayin' away from the main roadspassin' out wolf ticketsdownwind from the blood houndsand

I pulled on trouble's braidsand

I lay by a cypressas quiet as a stone'til the bleeding stopped

I blew the weather vaneoff some old road house

I build a fire in theskeleton back seat of an old

Tuckerand

I pulled on trouble's braids

I spanked cold red mudwhere the hornet stung deepand

I tossed in the ditchin a restless sleepand

I pulled on trouble's braids

I hung my rain-soaked jacketon some old barbed wirepoured cold rusty wateron a miserable fire

I pulled on trouble's braidsthe creek was swollen by daybreak and

I could justbarely seeand

I floated downstreamon an old dead treeand

I pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids

I pulled on trouble's braids