East Texas Son

You ain't too careful you don't look where you're going

Careful now, careful look where this river's flowing

To the dark heart of an East Texas Son

Hurricanes a ragin and quicksand to swallow you up

You ain't too careful you don't know with whom you're messin

Bare fist or razor gonna keep you guessin

So what if he was a saint in a past life

Do mind that knife he'll cut you outright

And all the East Texas boys they go

Do do do do do do do do

In the dark heart of an East Texas Son

Snakes in the trees and quicksand to swallow you up

So if you go there you'd best be careful

Thunder in the breeze

That thunder burn deep