Th' Legendary Shack*Shakers - Old spur line lyrics

The Devils in the details And your reverend's into retail Your soul's alone in this world of stone, you'll find So what can you do You wery Wandering Jew? Well, every dirt road leads to the South for ya this time Yeah, they all lead home But not the ramshackle tracks down Sheenan Brigde Road Don't go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line Two railroads diverged in a yellow wildwood It's raining meat, poppin' dents in your hood It's a mortal coil of blackjack vines Blurred around the egdes hangs a red-soaked sky Dryrotted, woodentheet-like ties s**in' up the muck in the trenches down the side Don't ye go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line Tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line Hear the greasy, greasy grandma Bowin' on a bowesaw She says "Do as thou wilt shall be whole of my law." Well, she crosses her eyes And she dots her tees And she pokin' with a stick, when you swinging in the breese Well, ya heard what she said Ya got rocks in your head? And hear banjo's turned to f#DEAD Don't go pokin' down the crooked Old Spur Line See po' 'Rithmethic, the crippled dog run He puts down three and he carries the one And Deacon Snitch paintin' pants on the thighs Of the little naked pigs on a barbeque sign People ain't right in the head down there Do a quick about face for ye best beware Tread ye not down the crooked Old Spur Line Trek down the track and it's at your own peril The fields are all fallow and the beasts are all feral Dead cows in the boughs of the Live Oak trees Left there to rot when the water recedes No progress is made and the buildings tumble down And the only thing that grows are the gullies all around Tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line