The Scioto from Wicked Water by Justin Baird

Been on the run like a refugee
I try to keep my belly full and I hardly sleep
I got bags on my back and an old six string
I just need a couple beers and some nicotine

Oh I know, the well has been going dry
If I had any tears I’d surely cry

But Ill drive, if I travel north, you’ll make it rain
I’ll be there soon, and you can rinse me of all this pain

Just drown me in the Scioto River
Just drown me in the Scioto River

My mouth is a desert, my canteen is dry
Ive been doing rain dances, I’ve been yelling at the sky
I got bags on my back and an old six string
I just need a couple beers and some gasoline

• Country
• acoustic
• folk
• solo
• Killeen