From the recordings Cream of the Crap (The best of The Ass Haulers) and Ass Blooze (A compilation of the bloozy shiz)
Written by Steven Clark
Recorded live in Ray's barn, in Tin Cup Indiana
Lyrics
With a jug clenching hand and a bullet in my side
Slogging through the muck death's hand passing by
Past is in my past looking for a swamp witch
Lighting eyes and a blind horse by her side
Need to find her before destruction comes
Wedding dress stolen love’s gone astray
Copper badge shining don’t mean a thing
I'll keep hard traveling through the boiling rain blowing down
I'm cursed with a curse that can't be reversed
I'm cursed with a curse that can't be reversed
Chicken foot in my pocket rain like bullets pouring down
Ears full of voices muttering nightmare sounds
I'll push on searching for a way to make it whole
I'm hoping that the witch can help me understand
Need to find her before destruction comes
Wedding dress stolen love’s gone astray
Copper badge shining don’t mean a thing
I'll keep hard traveling down the boiling rain blowing down
I'm cursed with a curse that can't be reversed
I'm cursed with a curse that can't be reversed
I'm cursed with a curse that can't be reversed
Cursed cursed it can't be reversed
Cursed cursed it can't be reversed
Sorrow by the jug nothing could be worse
Cursed cursed it can't be reversed

