Down in the Gulley

Well, my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were 20-feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well, we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well, my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money, you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well, the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well, years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well, he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines