Holler Gold

Holler Gold

Yeah, dats me up in those hills

Out in the country, deep down in the holler,

Just a proud mountain man trying to make a dollar.

The law raided my clearing, tore up the ground,

But they left empty-handed, no liquor was found.

Yeah, they smashed up my barrels, thought they won the fight,

But I sold off that batch just the very night before.

The money's in my pocket, the mason jars are clean,

I’m the smoothest operator that these hills have ever seen.

Well, production is down, but the quality’s high,

This copper-cooked magic never brings a sad sigh.

The revenue man thinks he’s breaking my stride,

But he don't know the secrets where the copper worms hide.

'Cause they can’t find them all, no they can’t find them all!

Hidden deep in the ridges where the timber grows tall.

They think I only had one setup running in the brush,

But I’ve got stills in the shadows making sweet corn mush.

Let the red and blue lights roll, let the sirens wail,

They can smash up a few, but they can’t find them all!

You can hear my heavy hammer flattening copper at dawn,Long before the sun rises or the morning mist is gone.Even at lunchtime, after the hot batches run,A moonshiner’s workday is never quite done.Gotta dip a little ladle, taste the shine on my tongue,Keeping traditions alive that our grandfathers sung.The law is full of clowns, they’re just spinning their wheels,While I’m running through the briars making midnight deals.

Yeah, production is down, but the quality’s high,This clear mountain water never runs itself dry.The revenue man thinks he’s breaking my stride,But he don't know the secrets where the copper worms hide.

Cause they can’t find them all, no they can’t find them all!Hidden deep in the ridges where the timber grows tall.They think I only had one setup running in the brush,But I’ve got stills in the shadows making sweet corn mush.Let the red and blue lights roll, let the sirens wail,They can smash up a few, but they can’t find them all!

Up high in the hills, where the wild hawks fly,We’re just waiting on the mash under overcast skies.The boys sit in a circle, letting the fire sting,Sipping straight from the stash to see what tomorrow will bring.Then the sparks hit the air, and the silence breaks wide...[Fast Banjo Explosion]

Cause they can’t find them all, no they can’t find them all!Hidden deep in the ridges where the timber grows tall.They think I only had one setup running in the brush,But I’m got stills in the shadows making sweet corn mush.Let the red and blue lights roll, let the sirens wail,They can smash up a few, but they can’t find them all!

Echoing a high-lonesome Appalachian hymn,Down in the hollers where the shadows grow dim.Hear the banjo sing, hear the harmonica cry,This mountain-made liquor is never gonna die.[Harmonica Outro][End]