Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me That I don't know the woods
Where I'm from the hills have eyes The rivers have secrets and that's no lie The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal Through a cattle field with dead willow trees Silver war coins and the soul so deep Two hundred year old names carved deep in a tree Probably in another realm watching me Watching me, mmh
Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me That I don't know the woods
Barbwire tattooed on my skin No trespassing on the way I live These hands'll drown your evil hiss Take you to a spot nobody seen in twenty years Twenty-five, thirty years plus Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust A big bellied man that talks real slow With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoes And maybe I'm out of my mind (My mind) Or maybe I'm sane and not blind
Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
Rattlin' chains diamond plate Knee deep in mud, I can't get away These ghostly hills, the winding road The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt Confederate flags painted on a pole Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal So don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me That I don't know the woods That I don't know the woodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
