Back in the holler
There’s some wild old men
Still makin’ shine and runnin’ coons for skin
Living out their days
With a tin roof and Chevrolet


They bring out their roosters on a Friday night “Lay 80 on the grey. Now let them fight”
I heard them say
As he paced through the Kentucky clay


It’s a long way through them hills
Where they come from
And it’s deep down in the south
Where the blood still runs


In the heart of dixie
there’s a moral code
Respect is earned they don’t care who you know Or where you’ve been
Or how high you hold your fucking chin
Simpler days
they have come and gone
Some will change
Others become outlaws
Catch us if you can
But you better bring all of your confidence


It’s a long way through them hills
Where we come from
And it’s deep down in the south
Where the blood still runs


[instrumental break]


Hey come get you some
Hey come get you some


It’s a long way through them hills
Where we come from
And it’s deep down in the south