Hiwassee Lament

Up the road she waits for me

Sunning on the banks of the Hiwassee

Truck full of rations and some old pottery

Scotch-irish slope to her narrow-minded speak

Feral and loose, plenty elbow room

Near tall as me, pale and fine as the moon

     

But I'm a man of principle

I told you, woman

I've got children to raise

I told you, woman

I ain't running off from here

I ain't running off from here

     

I've got gravy on my mind

And Sunday naps with my ever-constant wife

But I keep my eyes peeled for the second coming

Scarecrow on the hill, field of white ghost pumpkins

Choked in the black-blue like a hundred skulls scattered

I hear them all start to gathering, my sins put out to pasture

     

But I'm a man of principle

I told you, woman

I've got children to raise

I told you, woman

I ain't running off from here

I ain't running off from here

     

Get on the draw

By Jeremiah's vision

Get on the draw

By Jeremiah's vision