[Verse 1]
To hunt a witch, follow this plan:
Cut a switch and thrash the back of your hand
When your palms begin to itch
That's the scent that attracts a witch

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
To tempt your fate, trace a spellbound
Track the coven to their hallowed ground
Draw blood from your fingertip
Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Take the dreaded trip
On a broomstick
Pine box rock

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Writer(s): Bret Lunsford, Calvin Douglas Johnson, Heather Lewis