T.R. Hummer - The Rural Carrier Stops to k** a Nine-Foot Cottonmouth lyrics

The Rural Carrier Stops to k** a Nine-Foot Cottonmouth Lord God, I saw the son-of-a-b**h uncoil In the road ahead of me, uncoil and squirm For the ditch, squirm a hell of a long time. Missed him with the car. When I got back to him, he was all But gone, nothing left on the road but the tip-end Of his tail, and that disappearing into Johnson gra**. I leaned over the ditch and saw him, balled up now, hiss. I aimed for the mouth and shot him. And shot him again. Then I got a good strong stick and dragged him out. He was long and evil, thick as the top of my arm. There are things in this world a man can't look at without Wanting to k**. Don't ask me why. I was calm Enough, I thought. But I felt my spine Squirm, suddenly. I admit it. It was mine.