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
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
And we'll die trying
To save our family name


Way back in the holler

I didn't choose this life

This life chose me
Way back in the holler
Where the whippoorwills will
The coyotes cry
Way back in the holler
Where the whippoorwills will
The coyotes cry

We got white lightning

We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
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 hollow where the moons shine
Burns as bright as a bonfire flame
It's in my genes like an old tree stain
It'll be that way to the day I die
Way back in the hollow where the moons shine
Where the moons shine