Snapping Turtle

You're a farm kid in a small town

You drive before the legal age

And I won't forget that day

When I drove up on some low-down kids

They were all huddled around

Poor snapping turtle

Taking turns with the stick

They were beating the hell out of it

So I asked if I could take a lick

When I raised my hand

I brought down the wrath of God himself

Beat those kids 'til they would cry now for help

I couldn't help myself

The blue, the turtle and the truck

Ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck

Leanne, thoughts go back again to Leanne

18 became a mother

Leanne, thoughts go back again to Leanne

Ready, raise your left, brother

I recall the train ride through the countryside

In the south of France

You're born way in my circumstance

Where I couldn't play God

Leanne once spent her summer in Paris, Paris, Tennessee

The only Paris Leanne would ever meet

We talked about it all on a bleacher seat

When we were back in county school

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Grew up hard on bottled land

Where only crops should grow

Watched people reap what the demons sowed

And I'd take it with me everywhere

And I've been told I can come off hard

Hard as the world I've known

Walking around with my spirit broke

Surprised to see love every now and then

I'm told to pray for forgiveness

I am to pray for grace

Not after seeing Leanne's face

Life beat down like that snapping turtle day

God could have thought up a better way

To teach me just how small I am

Teach me the other side of love

Ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck

Ooh, ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck

Ooh, ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck

Ooh, ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck

Ooh, ooh, small towns where my mind gets stuck