Over The Line

Lyrics

There was a young man… from deep in the pines. Far in the north… where the cold wind binds. He traveled the land… to look and to find. Did all that he can… to leave it behind. No purpose or plan… nothing in sight. He ran and he ran… then ran out of sight. Then stopped on demand… early one night. A sign in his hand… lit by the light. Cotton bails… and mossy trees… bless your heart… and sweet teas. Rusty nails… and hard red clay… sweaty nights… and sunny days. Not just a sign… a matter of fact. Not just a line… on any old map. Dixon designed… with Mason to track. This was not fine… turn and go back. Yes ma'am… and hush ya'll… bluegrass band… and whisky balls. Hotter'n hell… when preachers call… southern bells… & southern balls. The sounds in the night… a new kinda song. Some were just right… but some were just wrong. He tried to fight… he tried to be strong. Decide in the light… it didn't take long. Tin roofs and honey suckle… whisky proof and funny chuckles. Kudzu vines and high steeples… homemade wine and happy people. To stay or to go… all will be fine. He just didn't know… but when came the time. His feet said to go… he ran over the line. First fast then slow… but he kept the sign. Cicayda buzzin… loud and true… mama's hummin… prayin' for you. Fixen this, and fixen that… what's that sound… damn roof rats.