Rattlin Chains

(альбом: Creeker - 2018)

Rattling chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me
That I don't know the woods

Where I'm from the hills have eyes
The rivers have secrets and that's no lie
The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke
The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal
Through a cattle field with dead willow trees
Silver war coins and the soul so deep
Two hundred year old names carved deep in a tree
Probably in another realm watching me
Watching me, mmh

Rattling chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me
That I don't know the woods

Barbwire tattooed on my skin
No trespassing on the way I live
These hands'll drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody seen in twenty years
Twenty-five, thirty years plus
Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust
A big bellied man that talks real slow
With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoes
And maybe I'm out of my mind (My mind)
Or maybe I'm sane and not blind

Rattling chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away

Rattling chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me
That I don't know the woods
That I don't know the woods