Daddy’s downtown in the county jail
Mommas stayin home ain’t postin no bail
I’m just drawin in the playpen

My sisters down frown’n by the creek
Lunch box full of cigarettes
Readin playboy and thinkin about growin up

The crickets in the corn love a warm summer storm
The mud is the fields gets my boots all worn
I’ma lonely baby sheddin everythin but my skin

The river’s lips are reachin for the bridges hips
We’re goin down, we’re gonna drown, we’re gonna die

Droughty boys are swingin round the oak tree’s crown
They’re gonna burn, they’re gonna light the church on fire