The Bobby Boys on purevolume™

Hardcore / Southern Rock / Punk

Well, we reckon we like what we do and hope that ya'll do to. We know you prolly think we are crazy for believin' in the backwoods banshee, but believe you me, you've seen her at one time or another whether you realize it or not. It's once it's brought to your attention that she's after you that you realize she's always been tryin' to trip you up; fall you into the stingin' grass. You ever seen a chicken with it's head cutoff? Well those of you who have know that there's lots and lots of blood. I mean shoot, the dirt turns into mud while she's around; from the blood a course...You ever smelt death? Well once that wench comes around you will have smelt it. It's some kinda witch's perfume that draws us in even though it smells putrid. We ain't talkin' no dead dog on the side of the road dead smell; we're talkin' your very own flesh and blood rots. Everyday that goes by BABY; Every day that goes by she's tryin to cut yer heart out with a pair of rusty garden shears...you know...kill ya...the Lord is the only way to make that six foot hole in the ground a six foot hole in the ground...He's what makes that grave not yer home!

Bobby Nash
Bobby Holiday
Hollerin' Bobby
Bobby Cornpipe