Briars

Well it's, Too damn hot to go fishing in the pond, so I'll sit out on the deck Holding on a bottle neck Staring at the edge of the forest line where the bushes meet the pines reminiscing on a time I got caught in the briars, deep in the sticks Hurry pappy, please come quick cause I've been chasing squirrels again Lord momma done pitched a fit Been running all over town, knowing good and well we're hand-to-mouth But we'd go hunting in the howling wind, up hickory chicken hill My what a thrill Getting caught in the briars, deep in the sticks hurry momma, please come quick The local show made sure I can't afford the bills again I got caught in the briars, deep in the sticks Hurry Lord, please come quick The estuary of water and wine is thin and I've lost my path again And I've been chasing squirrels again