[Intro]
Crackjaw run red when the deal go south
Tried to short the plug, now he floatin’ mouth out
Ain’t no sheriff gon’ step foot here
We run our own law, and we make it clear
[Verse 1]
Cookpot bubblin’, fumes in the shed
Got a .38 tucked where the hogs get fed
Backwoods prince with a meth king crown
Catch me in the pines with a stick and a pound
Barbed wire thoughts and a trigger itch
One false move, I’ma dig that ditch
Got a smoker in the pit, but that ain’t meat
Just another dumb soul tried to f**k with the heat
Don’t knock on my door, it don’t got no bell
Just a tripline rigged and a hound from hell
I don’t pray, I weigh and wrap
Stackin’ cash while the gators snap
[chorus]
Down by Crackjaw Creek, where the water runs thick
And the bodies float slow when they talk too slick
This Arkansas dirt don’t forgive no snitch
Keep ya mouth shut ‘fore ya jawbone twitch
[Verse 2]
Muddy boots, bloody hands, moonshine pour
Got a sawed-off pump leanin’ by the door
Ain’t no peace out here, just silence and rot
If I said I ain’t k**l, then I damn sure thought
Drum full of lye in the back of the shack
Where the last fool slipped tryin’ to short my sack
Now his girl gone ghost, house burned clean
Burlap don’t leave no crime scene
I ride in a rusted out flatbed Ford
With a crate full of shells and a two-day sword
And I cook in a haze ‘til the twitch come fast
It’s either cash or a casket when you deal in glass
[chorus]
Down by Crackjaw Creek, where the water runs thick
And the bodies float slow when they talk too slick
This Arkansas dirt don’t forgive no snitch
Keep ya mouth shut ‘fore ya jawbone twitch
[Verse 3]
Got a plug out west, but he don’t ask shit
He just wire that bread when the batch hit lit
And I stash that weight in a possum trap
So deep in the woods, even God lose track
I got ghosts on my land, but they all stay fed
Every one of ‘em earned that hole they bled
And the pinewoods speak when the b***d runs warm
That creek don’t babble—it swallows the storm
So don’t run your mouth when you near my line
‘Cause I built this hell with a hillbilly spine
I’m Burlap, bitch, from the sticks and the spit
Crackjaw Creek—this the end of it
[chorus]
Down by Crackjaw Creek, where the water runs thick
And the bodies float slow when they talk too slick
This Arkansas dirt don’t forgive no snitch
Keep ya mouth shut ‘fore ya jawbone twitch
[Outro]
Now the moon shine low and the fire burn blue
And the wind hums songs that only I knew
You can try to run, but the mud too thick
And the moss grow quick when the graveyard’s picked
[Outro]
Crackjaw don’t sleep, Crackjaw don’t lie
Crackjaw keep secrets where the buzzards fly
So remember this tale ‘fore you cross that ridge—
Ain’t no comin’ back from Burlap’s bridge
