Trouble's Braids - Tom Waits
Well
I pulled on trouble's 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 blood hounds
and
I pulled on trouble's braids
and
I lay by a cypress
as quiet
as a stone
'til
the bleeding stopped
I blew
the weather vane
off
some old road house
I build
a fire in the
skeleton
back seat of an old Tucker
and
I pulled on trouble's 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 trouble's braids
I hung
my rain-soaked jacket
on some
old barbed wire
poured
cold rusty water
on a
miserable fire
I pulled
on trouble's 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 trouble's braids
I pulled
on trouble's braids
I pulled
on trouble's braids
I pulled
on trouble's braids