Country Justice

Life out in the country has its own charm. We have rifles and dogs out here on the farm. Normal rules won’t apply if you choose to strike fear. They won’t find your body, let’s just be clear. We will see you coming from ten miles away. Bring your violence out here and this is where you will stay. We have plenty of ground on which we can dig. We won’t call the cops and you won’t see a brig. In the city with luck, you’ll just go to jail. Out her you’ll be slop and end up in a pail. We’ll feed you to the pigs or put you straight in the ground. Either way my dear friend, you just won’t be around. Out here I’m protected by God and my gun. You know who we are and you know we won’t run. We’ll sit up in a tree all day for one shot. Even in the winter, you’ll wind up where it’s hot. December 26, 2020 *Dedicated to the Nashville Bomber*