Poor Man's Son

Way out yonder and high on the hill There lives an ol' boy with a copper line still In a shotgun shack with his wife and kids Makin' moonshine like his daddy did Once a month when the moon gets low He loads up the truck and away he goes From North Carolina to East Tennessee To make a little money for the family If you see him coming get out of his way Don't try to back him down He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son Where he's living ain't nobody know So deep in the woods even the law won't go People been coming for miles around For that good corn liquor in an old fruit jar He don't care about the world outside Don't give a damn if it pass him by Living off the land wild and free Like his Grandaddy learned from the Cherokee If you see him coming get out of his way Don't try to track him down He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son A family tradition going down the line He and his kin been making moonshine Living off the land wild and free Like his Grandaddy learned from the Cherokee If you see him coming get out of his way Don't try to back him down He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son Way out yonder and high on the hill There live an ol' boy with a copper line still