(engine revving)
(radio static crackling)
(gentle music)
♪ Back in the hills where
the woods get thick ♪
♪ Brewing shine in a still,
growing smoke in a ditch ♪
♪ It’s a different way of
life but it is what it is ♪
♪ You either pour when you
die or fire on a ridge ♪
♪ Call us backwoods ♪
♪ Going backwards ♪
♪ We got white lightning
running through our veins ♪
♪ And we’ll die trying
to save our family name ♪
♪ Where the whipper wheels
wail, the coyotes cry ♪
♪ Way back in the holler
where the moon shines ♪
(gentle music)
♪ I didn’t choose this
life, this life chose me ♪
♪ There’s a copper line
where my roots run deep ♪
♪ Five generations
of living like this ♪
♪ I’m a hand-me-down,
bootlegging son of a bitch ♪
♪ We got white lightning
running through our veins ♪
♪ And we’ll die trying
to save our family name ♪
♪ Where the whipper wheels
wail, the coyotes cry ♪
♪ Way back in the holler
where the moon shines ♪
(powerful rock music)
(music lightens)
♪ Backwoods ♪
(music livens)
(music softens)
(Owen vocalizing)
♪ Call us back woods ♪
♪ Oh, we’re backwards ♪
♪ But none of ♪
♪ That matters ♪
♪ Cause we got white lightning
running through our veins ♪
♪ And we’ll die trying to
save our family name ♪
♪ When the whipper wheels
wail and them coyotes cry ♪
♪ Way back in the holler, in
the holler, in the holler ♪
♪ We got white lightning
running through our veins ♪
♪ And we’ll die trying
to save our family name ♪
♪ Where the whipper wheels
wail and them coyotes cry ♪
♪ Way back in the holler
where the moon shines ♪
♪ Burns as bright as
a bon fire flames ♪
♪ It’s 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 moon shines ♪
(gentle music)
♪ Where the moon shines ♪
(music concludes)