Riding in the middle of knowherenowhere
Blazing outlaw music
Where we are today is not the time when my great aunt rode over the hill to see the grunting tractors digging out the lake to spook the miles
We're only two generations away from riding a fucking mule to school if we went at all
Bill Malone did his dissertation on country music
It's hard plowing. That particular man was not slack in his work. Layers upon layers. Interviews from magazines and societies that are 50 years old and more
Minnie Pearl called Hank3 a ghost
And yet there he is on the tape
Telling us how little he has of his grandfather
He's one foot in the grave and another headed into the future
Exactly how many times have I seen someone go from hard country to
Hardcore psychopunk
I haven't heard of him taking a shit like that one old boy
But, it got funky at Trees
Perhaps that's why it's up to us
He got worn out
Hotter fires burn fast
Rust never sleeps though
He was a Kentucky psychobilly before the word existed
Goddammit. Him and Molly Ivins
They fucking saw it.
Every day there is some city kid that hears Johnny Cash
in the country someone hears Melvins
And in the street they meet
