Lyrics

Brackish rivers wind like blood veins through the land
Cops are running canines, shouting out commands
5 days of searching, still no sign of life
Town wants my head on a pike

Elbows rub at the low country boil
Heritage like roots in the soil
Magistrate judge knows he better be loyal
Gives a wink and a nod at the low country boil

Accents thick as fog at the Hampton county court
They know the epilogue but daddy buried the report
Boat belonged to me but I named a scapegoat
Cried on cue when I told em who drove

Elbows rub at the low country boil
Red hair here is the color of the royals
Daddy bails me out so his name won’t spoil
Buys the high ground while the low country boils

Tables turn at the low country boil
Daddy’s rage is a flame on foil
He didn’t feel a thing when his gun recoiled
Blood runs cold while the low country boils