Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Deep in the holler, where the shadows grow tall,
Coal dust settles like a ghost on the wall.
Mama’s hands are calloused, Daddy's voice is low,
Talking ‘bout the mines where the black rivers flow.
[Chorus]
Moonshine in a jar, passed around the fire,
Bourbon on the shelf, it’s what the nights require.
Fiddle sings the sorrow, banjo plays the truth,
Life’s a little harder with these holler roots.
[Verse 2]
Horses on the hillside, grazing in the haze,
A bluegrass tune rising, cutting through the maze.
Hillbillies and rednecks, they don’t care for shame,
Proud of where they’re from, and they’ll tell you the same.
[Chorus]
Moonshine in a jar, passed around the fire,
Bourbon on the shelf, it’s what the nights require.
Fiddle sings the sorrow, banjo plays the truth,
Life’s a little harder with these holler roots.
[Bridge]
Talent in the fingers, grit behind the eyes,
Songs born in the mountains, where the spirit never dies.
The land it takes, the land it gives,
In Eastern Kentucky, that’s just how we live.
[Chorus]
Moonshine in a jar, passed around the fire,
Bourbon on the shelf, it’s what the nights require.
Fiddle sings the sorrow, banjo plays the truth,
Life’s a little harder with these holler roots.
Style
acousticmusicalappalachian-inspired with a rawand acoustic guitar with male vocals for a grittycountrystripped-down arrangement; featuring banjobluegrassfiddleheartfelt delivery
Prompt
eastern kentucky, applachian mountains, moonshine, coal mines, bourbon/whiskey, horses, bluegrass, country music, musical talent, red necks, hillbilly’s
Credits
Prompt by3EGlobal
GeneratedNov 29, 2025
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