Way Down Yonder (Acoustic) (feat. Hunter Phelps, John Byron & Blake Pendergrass)

Up in the hills
Where coppers don't crack down on them copper stills
We're makin' trap door tax free dollar bills
Up in the holler dells
An honest way to make a livin'

Six shot heavy metal hangin' from a holster
In case they run into them boys from the county line over

Way down yonder where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' hot rod runners on the moonlight cover
Just some back glass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
When the cut's where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we was born this way down yonder
Way down, way down
Way down, way down yonder

Yeah, you can't afford
A bunch of bootleg birdies and their bandit boys
On some outposts, wanna post some Polaroids
Singin' "Dead or Alive" goin' eighty-five

Way down yonder where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' hot rod runners on the moonlight cover
Just some back glass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
When the cut's where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we was born this way down yonder
Way down, way down
Way down, way down yonder
Way down, way down
Way down, way down yonder

Somewhere between the hooch and hell raisin'
We all need savin'

'Cause way down yonder where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' hot rod runners on the moonlight cover
Just some back glass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with your moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
When the cut's where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we was born this way down yonder
Way down, way down
Way down, way down yonder
Way down, way down
Way down, way down yonder