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