Hardwired and housebroke
Leaning on the wind
Leaning on the wind
Names carry power
The last dancers of their kind
A dying breed I'm told

We're gonna have us a fish-fry in heaven
I swear we'll all be high-stepping
And carrying on just like an old mountain wedding
Ripped from the past where the muscadine sings like god
Body and soul

Eating cold boudin
In my motel room
Staring at the holes in my socks
Staring at the holes in my socks
While the green grassy hills of
My north georgia home
Lay heavy on my mind

We're gonna have us a fish-fry in heaven
I swear we'll all be high-stepping
And carrying on just like an old mountain wedding
Ripped from the past where the muscadine sings like god
Body and soul"