Out where the dirt roads end, past the Rivers and the pines,
There’s a neon sign flickerin’, that the locals claim as theirs.
It ain’t much to look at, but it’s got that kind of charm,
Where the jukebox plays all night long, and no one wants to fight
When the crackers hit the whiskey, they all sing out
We’re singing loud, two-steppin’ proud,
Raisin’ cane with the rowdy crowd.
Spillin’ shots, takin’ bets,
Dancin’ on the bar, Havin a laugh.
It’s trouble tonight, but Lord, it feels right—
We’re Crackers in the corner, raising hell ‘til morning light.
The barkeep’s tryin’ hard, but we’re three drinks ahead,
While Tommy’s on the pool table, singing “Whiskey Bent and Hellbound” for who knows how long.
Jess is pourin’ doubles faster than she can count,
And Locus is half a bottle deep, hollerin’ ‘til he’s passed out.
Jason Ross is drinkin’ whiskey on the rocks, real smooth cause he’s been here before.
We’re singing loud, two-steppin’ proud,
Raisin’ cane with the rowdy crowd.
Spillin’ shots, takin’ bets,
Dancin’ on the bar, Havin a laugh.
It’s trouble tonight, but Lord, it feels right—
We’re Crackers in the corner, raising hell ‘til morning light.
The sheriff knows this old back road, but so far he’s stayed far away,
He don’t mess with Crackers when they’re drinkin’ up their pay.
And if you’re lookin’ for trouble, boy, we’ll give you a show,
But if you just want a drink and a laugh, we’ll pull up a stool, We'll let it flow, as we all sing
We’re singing loud, two-steppin’ proud,
Raisin’ cane with the rowdy crowd.
Spillin’ shots, takin’ bets,
Dancin’ on the bar, Havin a Laugh.
It’s trouble tonight, but Lord, it feels right—
We’re Crackers in the corner, raising hell ‘til morning light.
So if you ever find this spot, down a road you shouldn’t be,
Just Listen for the laughter rolling out like waves off the Suwannee.
It’s a little slice of crazy, in the middle of the pines,
Where Crackers in the corner are making the most of their lives
