[extended energetic intro] [harmonica] [guitar screech] [harmonica] [guitar solo] [pause] [harmonica] [guitar screech] [harmonica] [guitar solo] [pause] [harmonica] [guitar screech] [harmonica] [guitar solo] [pause] [harmonica] [guitar screech] [harmonica] [guitar solo] [extended instrumental intro] Way down yonder, end of county line, Kids at crybaby lane drink all night, They don’t know, ain’t been told, Some places round here y’ought not go. [banjos] That baby y’all hear cryin, That sound it ain’t no child, Yer creepin round the back porch Of shit that’s livin wild. [guitar screech] Don’t go down tuh cry baby lane, Place ain’t good fir nutt’n but pain, Dontcha go creepin out through them woods [pause two bars] It ain’t gunna come tuh nuthin good. [guitars scream] (No it won’t) (No)((no))(((no))) [banjos] Some say dem’s bobcats screamin Some say them are ghosts [chuckle] Some don’t wanna talk about it They’s the ones that know. Some say that place is evil, Others juss abstain, They ain’t no good comes outta Cry Baby Lane! [spoken word] y’uns doan be goin down in there. [extended metal guitar solo] [harmonicas] Gun runners done met their end, Drug smugglers died down there too, Trust me kid, them ol’ boys was Harder men than you. [diwntempo] [fiddles] I’ll tell y’all just one more time, Out there in them woods, End uh crybaby lane, That place it ain’t no good. Yuh gonna go drinkin, yeah I know, Yuh gon’ do that anyway, Find somewhere tuh do it, Ain’t crybaby lane. [harmonicas] [banjos] [fade out]
