Old Spur Line Lyrics - Singles - The Legendary Shack Shakers

The Devils in the details, 

And your reverend's into retail. 

Your soul's alone in this world of stone, you'll find 

So what can you do, 

You wery Wandering Jew? 

Well, every dirt road leads to the South for ya this time. 

Yeah, they all lead home. 

But not the ramshackle tracks down Sheenan Brigde Road. 

Don't go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line 

Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line. 

Two railroads diverged in a yellow wildwood. 

It's raining meat, poppin' dents in your hood. 

It's a mortal coil of blackjack vines, 

Blurred around the egdes hangs a red-soaked sky. 

Dryrotted, woodentheet-like ties 

Suckin' up the muck in the trenches down the side. 

Don't ye go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line. 

Tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line. 

Hear the greasy, greasy grandma 

Bowin' on a bowesaw. 

She says "Do as thou wilt shall be whole of my law." 

Well, she crosses her eyes. 

And she dots her tees. 

And she pokin' with a stick, when you swinging in the breese. 

Well, ya heard what she said. 

Ya got rocks in your head? 

And hear banjo's turned to f#DEAD. 

Don't go pokin' down the crooked Old Spur Line. 

See po' 'Rithmethic, the crippled dog run. 

He puts down three and he carries the one. 

And Deacon Snitch paintin' pants on the thighs 

Of the little naked pigs on a barbeque sign. 

People ain't right in the head down there. 

Do a quick about face for ye best beware. 

Tread ye not down the crooked Old Spur Line.