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Rattlin Chains
5,601
Rock
Rattlin Chains was released on February 12, 2018 by Mud to Gold Entertainment as a part of the album Creeker
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AlbumCreeker
Release DateFebruary 12, 2018
LabelMud to Gold Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Upchurch
Ryan Upchurch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Toner
Thomas Toner
Producer

Lyrics

Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the windy roads
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded 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
Civil war coins in the soil so deep
Two-hundred-year-old names carved deep in a tree
Probably in another realm watchin' me
Watchin' me, hmm-mm
Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the windy roads
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded 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 trespassin' on the way I live
These hands'll drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody's seen in twenty years
Twenty-five, thirty 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 backhoes
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 windy roads
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded 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-oh, that I don't know the woods
Written by: Ryan Upchurch
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