Moonshines

Back in the hills where the woods get thick

Brewing shine in the still, growing smoke in the ditch

It's a different way of life, but it is what it is

You're either poor when you die or fire-water-rich

Call us backwoods or backwards

We got white lighting running through our veins

And we'll die trying to save our family name

Where whippoorwills will, the coyotes cry

Way back in the holler where the Moonshines

I didn't choose this life, this life chose me

There's copper line where my roots run deep

Five generations of livin' like this

I'm a hand-me-down boot leggin' son of a bitch

We got white lighting running through our veins

And we'll die trying to save our family name

Where whippoorwills will, and the coyotes cry

Way back in the holler where the Moonshines

Backwoods, Backwards

Call us backwoods or backwards

But none of that matters

'Cause we got white lighting running through our veins

And we'll die trying to save our family name

Where the whippoorwills will and them coyotes cry

Way back in the holler in the holler in the holler

We got white lighting running through our veins

And we'll die trying to save our family name

Where whippoorwills will and them coyotes cry

Way back in the holler where the Moonshine

Burns as bright as a bonfire flame

In my genes, like an old grease stain

It'll be that way till the day I die

Way back in the holler where the Moonshines

Where the Moonshines