From the recording Saints of the South
Lyrics
3. Piss Ant Hill
(JB Strauss)
Lead Vocals: JB Strauss
Background Vocals: Adam Wakefield
Rhythm Electric Guitar: Court Clement
Lead Guitar: Sadler Vaden
Bass Guitar: Jon Estes
Drums: Jordan Perlson
Organ: Jon Estes
Well, it’s hard to find the Lord when you never see the sky
And tally marks on cinder blocks are your days passing by
It’s been six long years since I last slung my blade
But now there ain’t enough saints in the south to keep me from the bed I’ve made
‘Cause I got a pine box waiting out on Piss Ant Hill
If nobody’s claimed me yet, I reckon they never will
And to hell with perdition
My nightmares’ ammunition
Is six feet under the clay of Reidsville
In a pine box on Piss Ant Hill
There’s an angel up in Macon who almost took my name
I tried to plow the honest man’s ground but I ain’t no Virgil Caine
So, I tied one on and killed a man for looking at me cross
Now that magnolia woman she ain’t the only thing I’ve lost
‘Cause I got a pine box waiting out on Piss Ant Hill
If nobody’s claimed me yet, well I reckon they never will
And to hell with perdition
My nightmares’ ammunition
Is six feet under the clay of Reidsville
In a pine box on Piss Ant Hill
I got a pine box waiting out on Piss Ant Hill
If nobody’s claimed me yet, well I reckon they never will
And to hell with perdition
My nightmares’ ammunition
Is six feet under the clay of Reidsville
In a pine box on Piss Ant Hill
In a pine box on Piss Ant Hill