LYRIC

[Chorus] Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods

[Verse 1] Where I'm from the hills have eyes
The rivers have secrets, and that's no lie
The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke
The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal
Through a cattle field with dead willow trees
Civil war coins in the soil so deep
Two hundred year old names carved deep in a tree
Probably in another realm watching me
Watching me, hmm-mm

[Chorus] Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods

[Verse 2] Barbwire tattooed on my skin
No trespassing on the way I live
These hands will drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody's seen in twenty years
Twenty-five, thirty years plus
Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust
A big bellied man that talks real slow
With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoe's
And maybe I'm out of my mind (My mind)
Or maybe I'm sane and not blind

[Pre-Chorus] Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away

[Chorus] Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods
Ohh, that I don't know the woods

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