BACK OFF IN THEM SCARY WOODS,

SETS A SPOOKY LITTLE PLACE,

WHERE THE QUEEN OF THE DARK LIVES,

YOUR ABLE TO HEAR THE WIND,

OVER THE ROAR OF THE RIVER

WATCH OUT FOR MAX ALWAYS CREEPING NEARBY,

THAT DOG IS NOT ONLY BIG BUT HALF CRAZY AND

WILL TAKE A CHUNK OF MEAT OUT OF YOUR ASS,

GIVE HER A REASON AND THIS LADY,

GOING TO SHOW YOU MUCH OF YOUR OWN BLOOD,

EVEN OLD MA BARKER AIN’T GOT SHIT ON HER.

ALL THE WILDNESS THAT’S IN MY WOMAN,

SHE STILL HAS THE SOFTEST TOUCH,

FOR WHATEVER REASON SHE’S SEEN,

A SINGLE LIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE,

TAKEN IT UPON HERSELF,

TO GRAB AHOLD AND SHOW ME THE WAY,

FOR SHE UNDERSTOOD THIS DARKNESS IS NOT FOR ME.

BELIEVE IF THIS ONE IS ABLE TO,

MAKE YOU SHAKE FROM THE INSIDE OUT,

TAKE YOUR HEART AND BRING YOU TO YOUR KNEES,

AS WE COUNT THE STARS FROM AFAR,

KNOWING EACH OF OUR HEARTS,

BELONG TO THE OTHER.

DOES SHE EVER COME WHEN I’M

CALLING HER NAME OUT,

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL,

DOES SHE EVER HAVE AN ASS TO DIE FOR,

MAKES YOU WANT TO,

SHOUT OUT AND SAY HALLOWED.

ITS HER LIGHT THAT GUIDES MY WAY,

SO HAPPY THAT I’M HER’S AND SHE’S MINE,

ROCKY ROADS MAY COME AND GO,

GOING OVER OUR MOUNTAIN,

ONE THING FOR SURE SHE HAS MY BACK,

I’LL DO MY DAMDEST TO ALWAYS HAVE HER’S.

BY

TOMMY LYNN SELLS