It’s just a dirty ol’ pool hall
Shootin’ that eight ball
matches to a cigarette
It’s a lone highway
rollin’ hills and waitin’ on that sun set
In the middle of nowhere
I’m found right there
watching chrome turn to rust
As I sharpen that blade
with that ol’ whetstone
and the sawmill spits the dust
And I ain’t never gonna leave here
Raise what I eat here
Knee deep in the mud
Yeah, I’m struttin’ the hard times
Pinchin’ every damn dime
Guess it’s in my blood
Yeah it’s who I am
and if push comes to shove
I’m willing to bleed if I must
There’s an old time pay day
off the Murphy highway
Picking ginseng and moss
There’s a rough dirt road
near the Hiawassee river
where the bootleggers used to cross
On a cold winter night
the moon shines bright
and it makes me feel more alive
these are the places
where city folk forsake us
but a southern man will survive
And I ain’t never gonna leave here
Raise what I eat here
Knee deep in the mud
Yeah, I’m struttin’ the hard times
Pinchin’ every damn dime
Guess it’s in my blood
Yeah it’s who I am
and if push comes to shove
I’m willing to bleed if I must
[Musical intermission]
And I ain’t never gonna leave here
Raise what I eat here
Knee deep in the mud
Yeah, I’m struttin’ the hard times
Pinchin’ every damn dime
Guess it’s in my blood
Yeah it’s who I am
and if push comes to shove
I’m willing to bleed if I must