Badman's Britches

In a dusty old town where the stories get real tall
There's a legend bout some britches that could dance and brawl
They belonged to a badman with a swagger in his stride
But those britches had a rhythm that no one could deny

Those britches were stitched by a witch with a grin
She sewed in some trouble and a little bit of sin
With every step the badman took the britches came alive
Making him dance and twirl just to survive

The tailor who made em had a score to settle
For the badman stole his love and left him in the nettle
So he crafted those britches with a curse so sly
Now the badman's britches make him dance till he dies

The britches take control making the badman groove
He's caught in a rhythm that he can't remove
In every juke joint in every dark saloon
The britches boogie down under the Balkan moon

Late at night when the town is fast asleep
The britches come to life making the badman leap
Through the alleys and the streets in a dance so wild
The badman's britches turn him into a devil's child

The badman tries to fight it but the britches won't let go
They've got a mind of their own and they're running the show
Tangled in their threads the badman's lost control
Now he's just a puppet in a dance that takes its toll

The tailor's laugh echoes as the britches take their due
The badman's final dance under skies so blue
With a final twirl and a spin the curse is finally done
But the britches live on waiting for the next one

The legend of the britches spreads far and wide
In every town where badmen used to hide
The britches wait in shadows with a rhythm and a sway
Ready to make the next badman dance away

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Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Wiitala
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