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• Artiste: Owen Riegling
• Titre: Moonshines
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Back in the hills where the woods get thick Brewing shine in a still, growing smoke in the ditch It's a different way of life but it is what it is You're either poor when you die or firewater rich Call us backwoods Or we're backwards We've got white lightning running through our veins And we'll die trying to save our family name Where the whip-poor-will's will, the coyotes cry Way back in the holler where the moon shines I didn't choose this life, this life chose me There's a copper line where my roots run deep Five generations of living like this I'm a hand-me-down, bootlegging son of a bitch We've got white lightning running through our veins And we'll die trying to save our family name Where the whip-poor-will's will, the coyotes cry Way back in the holler where the moon shines Whoa-oh Whoa-oh Whoa-oh Whoa-oh Call us backwoods Or we're backwards But none of that matters 'Cause we've got white lightning running through our veins And we'll die trying to save our family name When the whip-poor-will's will and them coyotes cry Way back in the holler, in the holler, in the holler We've got white lightning running through our veins And we'll die trying to save our family name Where the whip-poor-will's will and them coyotes cry Way back in the holler where the moon shine Burns as bright as a bonfire flames It's in my genes like an old grease stain It'll be that way 'til the day I die Way back in the holler where the moon shines Where the moon shines