She was born early a brill child Folks didn't think she'd make nine She made a year started going blind but the conjure said just in time Just in time She was headed for an early grave took her to her grandma's place Nothing left for them to try left her there to live or die Her grandma lived back in the swamp Couldn't get to it with a boat The savage shack up on stilts strong little house her grandpa built She got stronger found her way helped her grandma around the place Her eyes had turned the palest green threw her voice and make her scream
Once a month she'd take the boat go through the swamp to a little dirty road She'd walk into town for their supplies keep her hat down low on her eyes She felt uneasy on the town men would look her up and down She was coming down no doubt about it She never had a man never thought about it Never had a man
Two men rolled out of town in an old pickup just about sundown They were drinking a lot of shine bad intentions on their mind She came walking down the road moon was up and hanging low She was humming a little song but she knew something terrible had gone wrong A man was laying in her boat Cottonmouth snakes took to his throat A panther came from the trees took the other one at the knees She drug em both back into the boat Paddled back into the swamp Halfway back to the shack She dropped them off for a gator snack Country townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
