Lyrics

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