Backwoods Gold Lyrics

Backwoods Gold lyrics

Back woods gold


And I'm back on the road


Playin'
moonshine games


But the taste is gonna be the same





Hotrods to hell


And the angels are rollin'


I
wanna go


Where that hill-tea is flowin'


Hotrods to
hell


And the angels are rollin'


Take me back home


where ole' 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





Hotrods to hell


And the angels are rollin'


I wanna go


Where that hill-tea is flowin'


Hotrods to
hell


And the angels are rollin'


Take me back home


where ole' Mary Jane's growin'





Old men
laughin'


While the whittle away their past"


The law
think they know


But the bootleg man he gets the last laugh





Hotrods to hell


And the angels are rollin'


I wanna go


Where that hill-tea is flowin'


Hotrods to hell


And the angels are rollin'


Take me
back home


here ole' Mary Jane's growin'