Backwoods Gold

Back woods gold
And I'm back on the road
Playin' moonshine games
But the taste is gonna be the same

Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
I wanna go
Where that hill-tea is flowin'
Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
Take me back home
Where ol' Mary Jane's growin'

A little sign out front
Reads dinner, pool, and lunch
But that card in his hat
Will tell you what's flowin' out the back

Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
I wanna go
Where that hill-tea is flowin'
Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
Take me back home
Where ol' Mary Jane's growin'

Old men laughin'
While they whittle away their past
The law think they know
But the bootleg man he gets the last laugh

Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
I wanna go
Where the hill-tea is flowin'

Hot rods to hell
And the angels are rollin'
Take me back home
Where ol' Mary Jane's growin'