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 blood hounds

and I pulled on trouble's braids

and I lay by a cypress

as quiet as a stone

'til the bleeding stopped

I blew the weather vane

off some old road house

I build 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