Mud in the Blood

Mud in the blood . Woke up with gravel in my

teeth again. Another night sleeping where the asphalt ends. Got a pint

of lightning in a mason jar, and jacket scarf shaped like a lucky star.

Daddy preached the gospel with a leather belt. Mama hid the bruises and the

pain she felt. But I learned my lessons from the riverbed, where the water's

black and the ghosts are dead. Yeah, they say I'm rusty,

say I'm no damn good. Just a crooked branch in a holy wood.

But you can't scrub the stubborn off a sinner's skin when the devil's