Escatawpa Hollow Songtext
She said boy you ain't gon' find that piece of mind up there in a rough neck town
Been holding back the tears from all the years you talked about settling down
I guess Becky wasn't bluffing, should've took her at her word
And the leave the message at the tone was the only time I heard her voice say
Few and far between seen a George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
Now I'm up here in Dakota on a pipeline wishing I was headed south
Could've laid up in a pine belt with that southern belle in a wraparound house
If she ever got with James
I'd go and jack his jaw on site
Look whose changing names down in Dixie tonight and
Few and far between seen the George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
I hear cicadas in my head
I can smell the turpentine
Hell, I'm a thousand miles away from where the southern quail are taking flight
Well, this oil patch half a pack a day pays a good wage, but I can't stand the cold
Northern lights are quite a site, but ain't nothing like the back porch
With that Mississippi queen I mean she had a king, but damn he had to go and chase a buck
God help the next southern boy who's dumb enough to leave
Few and far between seen the George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
Hell, I'd walk my ass to Lucedale just to get you back again
Been holding back the tears from all the years you talked about settling down
I guess Becky wasn't bluffing, should've took her at her word
And the leave the message at the tone was the only time I heard her voice say
Few and far between seen a George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
Now I'm up here in Dakota on a pipeline wishing I was headed south
Could've laid up in a pine belt with that southern belle in a wraparound house
If she ever got with James
I'd go and jack his jaw on site
Look whose changing names down in Dixie tonight and
Few and far between seen the George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
I hear cicadas in my head
I can smell the turpentine
Hell, I'm a thousand miles away from where the southern quail are taking flight
Well, this oil patch half a pack a day pays a good wage, but I can't stand the cold
Northern lights are quite a site, but ain't nothing like the back porch
With that Mississippi queen I mean she had a king, but damn he had to go and chase a buck
God help the next southern boy who's dumb enough to leave
Few and far between seen the George County sky
From Escatawpa Hollow
Across the Mississippi line
Hindsight was a hand in mine of a girl who coulda been
Hell, I'd walk from here to Lucedale just to get you back again
Hell, I'd walk my ass to Lucedale just to get you back again
