Wickland Songtext
von Mary Kutter

He was runnin′ white lightning, finally struck gold
So, he bought himself a mansion on Bloomfield Road
They called it Wickland, he called it Home
Turns out it was a glass house and folks throw stones

Buildin' up an empire comes with a price
People try and bite off a piece of the pie

Hard to know who your friends are
When you got a bullseye on your back
Hard to grow a good garden
When you got snakes there in the grass
That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand
He′s sittin' on a time bomb, tickin', tickin′

In Wickland
Wickland

Somebody on the inside leaked information
Wrong people caught wind of his operation
Since ′em boys of Chi-Town, the central Kentucky
Was gonna take a cut of that devil's money


Hard to know who your friends are
When you got a bullseye on your back
Hard to grow a good garden
When you got snakes there in the grass
That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand
He′s sittin' on a time bomb, tickin′, tickin'

In Wickland
Wickland

He was waitin′ on his porch for his uninvited guests
Double barrel on his shoulder, pointed straight at their chests
Said, "You'll be meetin' Jesus with one more step"
So, they left, but he knew it would happen again

Hard to know who your friends are
When you got a bullseye on your back
Hard to grow a good garden
When you got snakes there in the grass
That house up on the hill was a castle on quicksand
He′s sittin′ on a time bomb, tickin', tickin′

Wickland
Wickland