Pinebox Derby

To hunt a witch, follow this plan

Cut a switch and dress the back of your hand

When your palms begin to itch

That's the scent that attracts a witch

She may come at you

You will never catch her

The pine-box rock

When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin

Yeah the pine-box rock

Pine-box rock

To tempt your fate trace a spell bound

Track the coven to their hallowed ground

Draw blood from your fingertip

Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch

You may find your hunted

Brewing in a cauldron

The pine-box rock

When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin

Yeah the pine-box rock

Pine-box rock

To catch a witch you must be bold

Stomach strong and attitude cold

Steel nerves that won't heed nature's call

Sharp witted and that's not all

Yeah

She may come at you

You will never catch her

The pine-box rock

When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin

Yeah the pine-box rock

Take the dreaded trip

On a broomstick

Pine-box rock