Trouble’s Braids – Tom Waits

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


Lyric Trouble’s Braids – Tom Waits