text: Well I pulled on troubles braids
  And I hid in the briars
  Out by the quick mud
  Stayin away from the main roads
  Passin out wolf tickets
  Downwind from the bloodhounds
  And I pulled on troubles braids
  And I lay by a cypress
  As quiet as a stone
  Till the bleeding stopped
  I blew the weather vane
  Off some old roadhouse
  I built a fire in the
  Skeleton back seat of an old Tucker
  And I pulled on troubles braids
  I spanked cold red mud
  Where the hornet stung deep
  And I tossed in the ditch
  In a restless sleep
  And I pulled on troubles braids
  I hung my rain-soaked jacket
  On some old barbed wire
  Poured cold rusty water
  On a miserable fire
  I pulled on troubles braids
  The creek was swollen by daybreak
  And I could just barely see
  And I floated downstream
  On an old dead tree
  And I pulled on troubles braids
  I pulled on troubles braids
  I pulled on troubles braids
  I pulled on troubles braids