Got Paroled in '61
Got my freedom back and I'm on the run
Half moon is where I hide my deeds
A .38 keeps me clean
Ain't no pigs chasing me
Barns to burn and cars to steal
got shallow graves
and more to fill
Arkansas Toothpick
Barn burnin' son of a bitch
I've walked the same path as God
By taking lives and fear abroad
I became God's equal
One of the few that truly understands
What pain and death are all about
A special mind with permission to kill
A blaze of glory from the wooden chair
Arkansas Toothpick
Barn burnin' son of a bitch
My .38 keeps me clean
Ain't no pigs chasing me
Ain't no redemption for bastards like me
I bear this cross alone
Ain't no redemption for bastards like me
I call this hell home.
supported by 9 fans who also own “Arkansas Toothpick”
Good sound for a road trip !!! The stoner rock atmosphere as relaxed as driving on the open road while the wind blows your head clear through the car window. Stephan
supported by 9 fans who also own “Arkansas Toothpick”
Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys