wastinaway
07-29-2003, 04:15 AM
Da canbrake in da loft
yes, chile, six feet and corn-ear thick
shoot some double-barreled rot
in yo leg or arm
finally in yo heart
Pappy done pulled it
outta Cleo's slop trough
hissin' and rattlin'
funny, cause hawgs eat snakes
chile, don' play in dat hay
Pappy done thought da best
way to root dem rats out tha hay
was to put Death
himself in da loft
ole tabby woulda been fine
eat da rats and keep my toes warm
Pappy swore dem rats was gone
rotten from da inside out
Last fall
Pappy climb da ladder
grabbed da cane
and his left hand swoll sa big
stuck his band on da right
while da left fell off
field hand opened dat canbrake
twenty gauge at da death head
hissin' like a kettle
now Pappy jest pets dat tabby
one armed all day
I can't bear tell him
Dey's still rats in da hay
yes, chile, six feet and corn-ear thick
shoot some double-barreled rot
in yo leg or arm
finally in yo heart
Pappy done pulled it
outta Cleo's slop trough
hissin' and rattlin'
funny, cause hawgs eat snakes
chile, don' play in dat hay
Pappy done thought da best
way to root dem rats out tha hay
was to put Death
himself in da loft
ole tabby woulda been fine
eat da rats and keep my toes warm
Pappy swore dem rats was gone
rotten from da inside out
Last fall
Pappy climb da ladder
grabbed da cane
and his left hand swoll sa big
stuck his band on da right
while da left fell off
field hand opened dat canbrake
twenty gauge at da death head
hissin' like a kettle
now Pappy jest pets dat tabby
one armed all day
I can't bear tell him
Dey's still rats in da hay