Rattlin Chains

Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me that I don't know the woods Where I'm from, the hills have eyes The rivers have secrets, and that's no lie The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal Through a cattle field with dead willow trees Silver war coins, and the soul so deep Two-hundred-year-old names carved deep in a tree Probably in another realm watching me Watching me, mm Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me that I don't know the woods Barbwire tattooed on my skin No trespassing on the way I live These hands will drown your evil hiss Take you to a spot nobody's seen in 20 years 25, 30 years plus Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust A big bellied man that talks real slow With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoe And maybe I'm out of my mind (my mind) Or maybe I'm sane and not blind Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me that I don't know the woods Oh whoa, that I don't know the woods