[ Featuring
the Nightmares ]
Head down I kept one eye
On that ditch line beside
Looking close for my friend Jack the rodent
'Cause he's trying to hitch a ride
Seems he's been swept out
By a rude Atlantic wind
Not a trace of where he used to stand
And the scrapes are evident on the face of every man
Nash County looked like a junkyard
Without a fence
Treetops in living rooms
Hard pressed to make some sense
Seems they've been tore down
By a rude Atlantic wind
Not a trace of where they used to stand
And the scrapes are evident on the face of every man
Well it's the hurricanes they give names
But it's the twisters they can't
Hard to track down that one-legged bastard
While he does his evil dance
Me I don't hang around
No rude Atlantic wind
Not a trace of where they used to stand
And the scrapes are evident
On the face of every man
Not a trace of where they used to stand
And the scrapes are evident
On the face of every man
