Double Branch Road

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 * co-written with David Easterling *

Heard the tires screamin’ as she took a wrong turn
By the broke down mill where the creek no longer flows
Just before the line went dead said she thought she saw
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

Spreadin’ like a wildfire in whispers one by one
There’s a lotta’ gossip at the Gas n’ Go
Even the boys in blue can’t seem to track it down
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

The voices of the ones we’ve lost echo in my mind
Like a thunder storm three counties wide
Chase the light and spin my wheels while the rain is fallin’ hard
No one knows where the bodies are

Grabbed a clear glass bottle of somethin’ strong and dark
Loaded up my mama’s six chamber Colt
Maybe for the last time course I could be wrong
A black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

The voices of the ones we’ve lost echo in my mind
Like a thunder storm three counties wide
Chase the light and spin my wheels while the rain is fallin’ hard
No one knows where the bodies are

Hard to find the words why a hunter needs to hunt
It’s a thrill that most will never know
Hid the Sheriff’s car and slid into the front seat
Of a black Ford pick up on Double Branch Road

 - July 2019 -                                                                                                                               #284