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31 days my fingers feel like rain
This jail was built on cracklins and cocaine
Policemen knocked me down and then charged me
With smokin and inciting vagrancy
Chicken sneezed eatin my cracklins
Buttercup bloomin in the badlands
Kaboom kaboom piss on the curses
Hospital kiss all the nurses
I got to find some weed and some wine
I got to find some trouble sometime
Them Navasota troopers ran me down
Escorted me right out of town
For cherry pickin squirrels and feedin dogs
And dreamin of Jamaica in a fog
Them Mississippi state police chased me
Pascagoula all the way to Metarie
I robbed a federal bank with a rack of ribs
A jar of sauce some white bread and a bib
I was eatin cracklins as the Feds were closin in
They watched the water as my car went rollin in
The dragged the river and notified my next of kin
But brother pigs do fly and so can a man
When he's full of fried pork skins
Blood of the Ram [2004]
Cracklins