Little Riddle said the way you got ’em
\nwas a passing glance as if you shot ’em.
\nIn the middle of his dirty bottom was a tattooed star.
\nUsed to line his eyes but never dot ’em,
\nwear his boots until the mud would rot ’em.
\nDrive his bike until the cops would spot him.
\nIn his head he heard a soft guitar.
\nAll roads would lead up to the cabin.
\nHe’d light a fire that would end up with him dabbin’.
\nHe took to melancholy tunes that felt like stabbin’.
\nOut in the weeds there was a tireless car.
\nAnyone within a hundred miles
\nknew he had a nest of crocodiles.
\nThe police sketch looked like he was Harry Styles,
\nbut with a mean old scar.
\nAnd every time they had the boy surrounded,
\nhe would escape in ways that just astounded.
\nHis feet were flyin’ but his head was grounded.
\nThey’d search for hours for him near and far.
\nHe’d show up later in another county.
\nIt didn’t matter what they set as bounty.
\nCould be Columbo or a Do-Right mountie.
\nHe was a snake under a limbo bar.
\nThe Little Riddle legend still is told.
\nA hero outlaw story don’t grow old.
\nThere could be ten more verses might unfold.
\nMaybe some day there’ll be a seminar.
\nAll roads would lead up to the cabin.
\nHe’d light a fire that would end up with him dabbin’.
\nHe took to melancholy tunes that felt like stabbin’.
\nAnd in his head he heard a soft guitar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"