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In these hills the whippoorwills all talk, uhm Beneath these streets flows a history of a farm, uhm 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 Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa 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 no 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 Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa From Letras Mania