Kudzu crawling up the chimney bricks
A couple miles east of the Clinch River bridge
A bluetick hound and chained up in the back
On a night so mean the moon turned black
They only went to town every month or so
Yeah, no one's gonna notice if she doesn't go
A 6'3" outline raising a fist
And a cry for help lost in the mist
You won't do time for a perfect crime
Nobody knows when you crossed the line
But there's right and wrong
Like it says in the song
Surely God's gonna cut you down
Knock on the door in the afternoon
Sheriff with a hunch but with no proof
Says, "You may think I'm washed up and tired
Oh, but I know justice is a slow-burning fire"
Thunder in the summer night
You never know when lightning strikes
Well, it happened so fast he couldn't get out
Then, on judgement day, the house burned down
You won't do time for a perfect crime
Nobody knows when you crossed the line
But there's right and wrong
Like it says in the song
Surely God's gonna cut you down
Kudzu crawling up the chimney bricks
A couple miles east of the Clinch River bridge
That's all that's left up there today
No judge or jury, but he sentence was paid
