Roll Tide
I hitchhiked all around
Tried to stay clean and be free
Got a ride, he said
He had to run by the house
Took me 5 miles
Down a jungle road
Bamboo ruts three
Miles an hour
I was sweating bullets
Wind up on the milk box
Pulled up to the trailer
And a man on fire screaming
Kids covered in something
Smell like a stable
Pop, automatic rifle
Someone drops
Crazy witch screaming like
Fucking Halloween
Swooping down puts the man
On fire in the water barrel
Heavy breathing and crying
Kids sitting on the grass
Looking down
What the fuck happened
My ride says
Naked girl sticks her wonderful
Breasts out the front door
Says that man's got my pants
Witch lady
Well they're burned up now
I couldn't remember the state
I was in, was it Alabama
West Virginia, I was in shock
Wind up dead
Before my second
Semester grad school
No way out of here
Shotgun blast man loud as a
Train ringing ears fucking hurt
Spooky boy walks out of the
Corn, crazy looking like
The preacher in a horror show
Got painted red fingers
Not the nails
Got a hairdo like
Eddie in the Munsters
Looked right on his head
They all looked right at me
So quiet you could
Hear the crows
Squeaking their last breath
In the field feathers squeamish
Black crow blood sinking in the Cracked soil
Nobody said nothing, man
What's shot's dead my ride said
He deserved killing
Old witch said
The daddy sat up from a nod
Who the hell are you
Everybody looked at me again
I saw the flag decal on the
Trailer, roll tide I said
Roll tide
Tried to stay clean and be free
Got a ride, he said
He had to run by the house
Took me 5 miles
Down a jungle road
Bamboo ruts three
Miles an hour
I was sweating bullets
Wind up on the milk box
Pulled up to the trailer
And a man on fire screaming
Kids covered in something
Smell like a stable
Pop, automatic rifle
Someone drops
Crazy witch screaming like
Fucking Halloween
Swooping down puts the man
On fire in the water barrel
Heavy breathing and crying
Kids sitting on the grass
Looking down
What the fuck happened
My ride says
Naked girl sticks her wonderful
Breasts out the front door
Says that man's got my pants
Witch lady
Well they're burned up now
I couldn't remember the state
I was in, was it Alabama
West Virginia, I was in shock
Wind up dead
Before my second
Semester grad school
No way out of here
Shotgun blast man loud as a
Train ringing ears fucking hurt
Spooky boy walks out of the
Corn, crazy looking like
The preacher in a horror show
Got painted red fingers
Not the nails
Got a hairdo like
Eddie in the Munsters
Looked right on his head
They all looked right at me
So quiet you could
Hear the crows
Squeaking their last breath
In the field feathers squeamish
Black crow blood sinking in the Cracked soil
Nobody said nothing, man
What's shot's dead my ride said
He deserved killing
Old witch said
The daddy sat up from a nod
Who the hell are you
Everybody looked at me again
I saw the flag decal on the
Trailer, roll tide I said
Roll tide
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Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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