Joseph Mitchell

COUNTY X SWAMP LINES X SONG. THE ROAD ENDS WHERE THE SWAMP BEGINS. They said we'd never make it past the county line. So we never stopped drivin'. Blue lights dancin' in the rearview glass. Red clay flyin' where the blacktop cracks. Backroad smoke in a full moon sky. Dust on the boots and a tank runnin' dry. We're runnin' county lines on dirt roads