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