One trial down in Spanos County

Ladies always turn up to watch them fall

And the hands they bind you

They bind you like you want to be broken

But the land is comin' babe
It's coming up golden
Gold and silver streaks

When you hit them

You can't buy sand

In the gross land

Don't say what to make'em feel

They got take it off my wrists
Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move  when you move
You don't move you don't moooove

Alright i want a cigarette

All those trials and things they try to do