Back in the hills where the woods get thick
Brewing shine in a still
Growing smoke in the ditch
It's a different way of life
But it is what it is
Either poor when you die
Or fire water rich
Call us backwards
Or backwards
We got white lightning
Running through our veins
And we'll die trying
To save our family name
Where the whippoorwills will
The coyotes cry
Way back in the holler
Where the moon shines
I didn't choose this life
This life chose me
There's a copper line
Where my roots run deep
Five generations of living like this
I'm a hand-me-down bootlegging son of a
We got white lightning
Running through our veins
And we'll die trying
To save our family name
Where the whippoorwills will
The coyotes cry
Way back in the holler
Where the moon shines
It's a different way of life
Whether my door люди
Call us backwards
Or backwards
But none of that matters
Cause we got white lightning
Running through our veins
And we'll die trying to save our family name
Where the whippoorwills will
And them coyotes cry
Way back in the holler
In the holler, in the holler
We got white lightning
Running through our veins
And we'll die trying to save our family name
Where the whippoorwills will
And them coyotes cry
Way back in the holler
Where the moon shines
Burns as bright as a bonfire flame
It's in my genes
Like an old pre-stained
It'll be that way
Till the day I die
Way back in the holler
Where the moon shines
Where the moon shines