The Wilson Brothers

I was finishing a long-neck at the edge of the neon light

Just minding my business on a Tuesday social night.

Then the door swung wide and the air in the room went dead

As the three Wilson brothers started seeing red.

They didn’t ask for words and they didn’t want a fight

They wanted a victim for the middle of the night.

I took a boot to the ribs and a fist to the jaw

Before they left me bleeding on a floor full of straw.

(Chorus)

Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack

But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.

‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep

And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.

We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong

Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.

We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score

Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door.

(Verse 2)

I crawled to my Chevy and I made a single call

To the boys who grew up leaning 'gainst the same brick wall.

By the time I hit the driveway, there were four trucks idling hot

Full of kin and cousins in a gravel-covered lot.

Big Jim brought a tire iron, Silas brought a chain

With a look in their eyes like they’re looking for rain.

We don’t need the sheriff and we don’t need the law

When you mess with one, you’re messing with 'em all.

(Chorus)

Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack

But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.

‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep

And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.

We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong

Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.

We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score

Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door.

(Bridge)

We caught 'em at the trailer with the lights still on

They won’t be feeling cocky by the breaking of the dawn.

The eldest started reaching for a shotgun on the rack

But Silas hit the porch and he didn’t look back.

(Chorus)

Yeah, the Wilsons play dirty and they travel in a pack

But they made a big mistake when they jumped me from the back.

‘Cause blood runs thick and a grudge runs deep

And I’ve got a harvest that I’m fixing to reap.

We’re six trucks wide and a dozen men strong

Coming for the boys who’ve been breathing too long.

We’re lighting up the ridge and we’re leveling the score

Now there’s a family of shadows at the Wilson door time