Peekaboo

Sneak through the barn, moonlight on my boots,

Harmonica howlin’, coyotes in cahoots.

Dirt on my jeans, dreams on my brain,

Wanna catch the cash but avoid the chain.

Whiskey in my thermos, got it sippin’ slow,

Peekaboo with the law, duckin’ down low.

Peekaboo, I see you, hide behind the hay,

Country boy in a trap game, dance where the snakes play.

Peekaboo, I’m gone too, shadow in the dew,

Catch me if you can, man, but I’m slippin’ through.

Lasso a beat, tie it up real tight,

Spit fire in the booth, make the barn ignite.

Rooster crowin’ like an 808 kick,

Banjos hummin’, it’s a country slick trick.

City boys tryna step in my lane,

But this mud too thick, they can’t hang with the grain.

Cornfields whisper, secrets in the wind,

Hustle never sleeps, play to win or sin.

Peekaboo, I see you, hide behind the hay,

Country boy in a trap game, dance where the snakes play.

Peekaboo, I’m gone too, shadow in the dew,

Catch me if you can, man, but I’m slippin’ through.

Twang in my soul, trap in my veins,

Mason jar full, wash away the stains.

Barbed wire thoughts, sharp on the tongue,

Peekaboo, outlaws—where the stories sprung.