Clay Harlan - Hellhound on a Short Chain (Official Visualizer)

LYRICS: There's a rusted iron collar round a cedar post Got a shadow pacing heavy as a graveyard ghost Red dirt churning where the grass won't grow Barking at the thunder when the wind blows low Preacher told the county I'm a broken soul Tied to a leash that I can't control Keep your daughters on the porch, keep your door shut tight Something's rattling the links in the dark tonight Teeth on the metal, claws in the clay Bloodhound nose knows a sinner pray You can pull that tether till the leather turns red AIN'T NOTHING GONNA TAME WHAT THE DEVIL FED! I'M A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! RUNNING OUT OF SLACK! ONE MORE YANK AND THERE AIN'T NO TURNING BACK! GOT A HUNGER IN MY THROAT AND A FIRE IN MY EYE! SNAPPING AT THE THROAT OF YOUR SWEET WHITE LIE! YOU BETTER RUN FOR THE TIMBER, RUN FOR THE RAIN! 'CAUSE NOBODY SLEEPS WITH A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! The banker holds paper on my daddy's land With the ink still wet from a crooked hand He came down the driveway in a shiny black car Wearing polished city leather like an uptown star I let the chain scrape along the gravel ground Let him hear the iron make a warning sound He didn't step a foot from the driver side Left a trail of burning rubber on a sudden slide Teeth on the metal, claws in the clay Bloodhound nose knows a sinner pray You can pull that tether till the leather turns red AIN'T NOTHING GONNA TAME WHAT THE DEVIL FED! I'M A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! RUNNING OUT OF SLACK! ONE MORE YANK AND THERE AIN'T NO TURNING BACK! GOT A HUNGER IN MY THROAT AND A FIRE IN MY EYE! SNAPPING AT THE THROAT OF YOUR SWEET WHITE LIE! YOU BETTER RUN FOR THE TIMBER, RUN FOR THE RAIN! 'CAUSE NOBODY SLEEPS WITH A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! Listen close now... You hear that rattle on the fence post? Link by link... IT'S GIVING AWAY! HEAR THAT IRON SNAP! RUN, BOY! YEAH I'M A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! RUNNING OUT OF SLACK! ONE MORE YANK AND THERE AIN'T NO TURNING BACK! GOT A HUNGER IN MY THROAT AND A FIRE IN MY EYE! SNAPPING AT THE THROAT OF YOUR SWEET WHITE LIE! RUN FOR THE TIMBER, RUN FOR THE RAIN! 'CAUSE NOBODY SLEEPS WITH A HELLHOUND ON A SHORT CHAIN! Running out of slack... Ain't no turning back... [End] --- CREDITS: Written and performed by Clay Harlan Produced under Cold River Productions #ClayHarlan #HellhoundOnAShortChain #ColdRiverAlibi #OutlawCountry #SouthernGothic #DarkCountry