[Verse 1]
In these hills, the whippoorwills all talk, uh-hmm
Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uh-hmm
These old tools found in shallow creek beds and sterlin' silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and my red ain't covered by dirt

[Chorus]
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-woah
Woah-oh

[Verse 2]
If your truck breaks down, these county lines will get you home
But if you post some shit on me you'll land yourself in God's big green earth
Because my daddy said don't start no trouble, young man, but don't take none from no damn one
So I just sing my music, pay my bills, got a shotgun and a hearse
I turned the past into a southern charm and my red ain't covered by dirt

[Chorus]
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-woah
Woah-oh

[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-woah
Woah-oh