She was born early a brill child
Folks didn't think she'd make nine
She made a year started going blind but the conjure said just in time
Just in time
She was headed for an early grave took her to her grandma's place
Nothing left for them to try left her there to live or die
Her grandma lived back in the swamp
Couldn't get to it with a boat
The savage shack up on stilts strong little house her grandpa built
She got stronger found her way helped her grandma around the place
Her eyes had turned the palest green threw her voice and make her scream
Once a month she'd take the boat go through the swamp to a little dirty road
She'd walk into town for their supplies keep her hat down low on her eyes
She felt uneasy on the town men would look her up and down
She was coming down no doubt about it
She never had a man never thought about it
Never had a man
Two men rolled out of town in an old pickup just about sundown
They were drinking a lot of shine bad intentions on their mind
She came walking down the road moon was up and hanging low
She was humming a little song but she knew something terrible had gone wrong
A man was laying in her boat
Cottonmouth snakes took to his throat
A panther came from the trees took the other one at the knees
She drug em both back into the boat
Paddled back into the swamp
Halfway back to the shack
She dropped them off for a gator snack
Country town
