Way Down Yonder

Up in the hills

Where coppers don't crack down on the them copper stills

We're makin' trap door, tax free, dollar bills

Up in the holler deals

An honest way to make a living

Six-shot heavy metal hangin' from a holster

In case we run into them boys from the county line over

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander

You can feel that thunder in your bones

Rippin' hot rod runners, under moonlight cover

Just some back glass gunners on the road

Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money

Make your love where the bees make honey

When the cut's where you're born and raised

Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way, down yonder

Way down, way down, way down

Way down yonder

You can't avoid

A bunch of Bootleg Bertie's and their bandit boys

On some outpost, wanted-poster Polaroids

Sayin', "dead or alive," goin' eighty-five

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander

You can feel that thunder in your bones

Rippin' hot rod runners, under moonlight cover

Just some back glass gunners on the road

Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money

Make your love where the bees make honey

When the cut's where you're born and raised

Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way, down yonder

Way down, way down, way down

Way down yonder

Way down, way down, way down

Way down yonder

Somewhere between the hooch and hell raisin'

We all need savin'

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander

You can feel that thunder in your bones

Rippin' hot rod runners, under moonlight cover

Some back glass gunners on the road

Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money

Make your love where the bees make honey

When the cut's where you're born and raised

Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way, down yonder

Way down, way down, way down

Way down yonder

Way down, way down, way down

Way down yonder

Way down yonder

Way down yonder