Up the road she waits for me
Sunning on the banks of the Hiwassee
Truck full of rations and some old pottery
Scotch-irish slope to her narrow-minded speak
Feral and loose, plenty elbow room
Near tall as me, pale and fine as the moon

But I'm a man of principle
I told you, woman
I've got children to raise
I told you, woman
I ain't running off from here
I ain't running off from here

I've got gravy on my mind
And Sunday naps with my ever-constant wife
But I keep my eyes peeled for the second coming
Scarecrow on the hill, field of white ghost pumpkins
Choked in the black-blue like a hundred skulls scattered
I hear them all start to gathering, my sins put out to pasture

But I'm a man of principle
I told you, woman
I've got children to raise
I told you, woman
I ain't running off from here
I ain't running off from here

Get on the draw
By Jeremiah's vision
Get on the draw
By Jeremiah's vision"