lyrics
- I'll bring my ankle biter
- Maybe my woman so I can fight her
- I'm going to the Byrne Tract tonight
- I've got a quart of liquid corn
- I'll bring that, you bring the porn
- We're going to the Byrne Tract tonight
- We'll skinny-dip in the bar pit
- In the grease and the beer and the tobacco spit
- We're going to the Byrne Tract tonight
- People coming down from miles around
- Even that fellow the dunkin' booth clown
- They're going to the Byrne Tract tonight
- We're going to the Byrne Tract tonight
- I’ve got a gal that’s high-class
- She drinks malt-liquor from a wine glass
- Her daddy says she’s white trash
- You’ll know its her if she goes through
- She’s the only one in a black pirogue
- I gotta know which way she goes
- If she went down to Moskito Beach
- I’m afraid she’ll be out of reach
- There’s a lot of trouble down there a gal could get into
- And in Hawkston too there’s trouble there too
- Its where she goes when she says we’re through
- She said we’re through
- What’s that? Goddam.
- She’s been right here in your grotto all along?
- She’s got her a swamp-man—man I’m gone
- Maw wants to know what you did
- With the pint from the still
- Up on Sycamore Hill
- That she bottled and hid.
- Lost it in a game of chance
- To a boy from Mill Creek.
- Hair of the dog for a week.
- Takes the place of romance.
- Corn liquor
- He drinks boilermakers--
- Ethanol subsidies.
- His girfriend’s bible’s between her knees.
- Do I have any takers?
- My brother’s son’s named Billy
- He found the still one day
- He thought it was child’s play
- Shakes the dew from the lily
- Corn liquor.