They say aint nothing good ever come outta those hills,
Just the meth and the rot the guns and the pills,
No one plans to stay but it don't matter no
Once they grip your shoulder they don't let it go

Luke said aint no way he's sticking around,
When the army man came they'd be offward bound,
catch one in the sandbox or a bullet right here,
Least he'd die for a paycheck instead of the beer,

c gloved hand checked his teeth, hadn't lost any yet,
Unlike his hard for luck daddy didn't have any left,
Had two little nieces but theirs skipped the town,
They grew up on rock bottom, couldn't get further down,

Now he's been off and away for too long,
Weren't much that was there now even that's gone,
Sisters on a bender with the man of the week,
cnd the little one's got a little one to keep,

The officer couldn't find a place for the check,
Or a momma to console and pay his respects,
Luke fought brave and true, but no one would know,
Just a box for a hole, these hills reap what they sow