Foxfire Wine

I woke up on the wrong side of my bedroll Deep in the holler where the feral hog roams Dreams of T-bone steaks and foxfire wine Foxfire wine to heal my mind She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats Whoooo ooooo When the coyote cries the coyote dies First man came north from the end of the world Across the Patagonia sands our existence unfurled A strange ball of ice made a tumbling return Like the truth and a half upon this matchless earth She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats Whoooo ooooo When the coyote cries the coyote dies Follow the songlines Follow the songlines Follow the songlines