There’s a place that’s almost heaven where we used to shoot BB guns at birds and ride four wheelers into the woods.
Run without shoes in the mud with me,
Push me into the creek bed
and pull my pigtails and make me cry.
It’s a place that we used to live so freely.
 

Grandpa’s coonhounds barking, howling at the police car driving up the driveway.
Dad’s crying into his natti light.
Mom’s in her tank top and sweatpants,
Talking to the sheriff's deputy.
All the lights are on in the trailer as
Grandma smokes a cigarette at the kitchen table.

Don’t forget to look for me.
If you want me.
If you need me.
If you love me.
If you miss me.
You know where to find me.

I am lying here on the ground near the marsh on mulga road,
I needed to find heaven
So you showed it to me.

I was so pure and clean
Despite the mud caked into my jeans.
I was so much more than
The smell of your cigars
and cheap gas station liquor.

You pull my hair with a different force
than when we were kids.

I found god here in rural heaven.
So if you need me, tell them that know where to find me.
In the marsh, on mulga road, where we used to be free.