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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Leaves Cracklin' Under Feet ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

Stoked the blazing fire by the old stone pit,
reminisecing days with Dad now gone by,
heard Tom's old shotgun down the dirt road,
and knew it must be time again to fight.

If it cracks the silent quiet air only once,
then I just sit back with my bowl and relax,
but if I hear it twice in rapid succession,
that means them rascals are a'comin' fast.

 Chorus

...and when they come a'creepin',
and his gun so calls me fast,
and the dogs begin a howlin',
pickin' up those scented tracks,

I take up the west side,
while he stroms them from the east,
and when you listen careful in them woods,
you hear the leaves a cracklin' under feet.

You see there has been a feudin',
that goes back thirty years in the past,
and I ani't no fighter by nature,
but for my friend, as he, I have his back.

Barkin' coming closer,
this time we are closin' in,
another shot gets fired,
I hope it's just my friend.

 Chorus

...and when they come a'creepin',
and his gun so calls me fast,
and the dogs begin a howlin',
pickin' up those scented tracks,

I take up the west side,
while he stroms them from the east,
and when you listen careful in them woods,
you hear the leaves a cracklin' under feet.

Echoin' in the valley,
burnt wood smoke fills the air,
night and silence draw closer,
patient through the forest I focus and stare.

A sudden double tap in the distance,
another raid comes now to a close,
finally thought we had those bastards,
right there in our throes.

 Chorus

...and when they come a'creepin',
and his gun so calls me fast,
and the dogs begin a howlin',
pickin' up those scented tracks,

I take up the west side,
while he stroms them from the east,
and when you listen careful in them woods,
you hear the leaves a cracklin' under feet.

Restoked the fire by Dad's old pit,
remembering days gone by,
silence shatters the cool night air,
awaitin' time for that next fight.

 Chorus- fade

but if again they come a'creepin',
and I hear his gun callin' fast,
with dogs in a distance a howlin',
pickin' up those scented tracks,

I take up the west side,
while he stroms them from the east,
and when you listen careful in them woods,
you can hear the leaves a cracklin' under feet.