run down this miry tell me what you can find tucked in the field is that adobe house off highway 55 where the darkness from the shadows can swallow you whole if you ain t got no sense of reason or god to call your own in the wind you can hear mother cry as the devil takes her baby s hand watchin your daughters fall no longer on father s plan tell me how old is old enough if you got three kids of your own i was old enough to know a little better if you re surprised you lived this long sister don t go oh come back home ain t no child in hell is rollin wrong you fear that year that you did in pearl was enough to keep your kid in line i guess when i saw your note it s only a matter of time she d get a call in the middle of the night sayin you died or you gone astray turns out all you need was a fifty and a place where you could stay sister don t go oh come back home ain t no child in hell is rollin wrong nobody should bury their child in hindsight i guess that s true i guess some of us are born to die so others can learn what not to do so children if you find yourself goin east on 69 stay away from that adobe house on highway 55 sister don t go oh come back home ain t no child in hell is rollin wrong
['red dirt', 'roots americana', 'texas country']