Bootleggers from Culture Wars by Goodbye Utah
Tracklist
| 2. | Bootleggers | 4:30 |
Lyrics
We won't stop till were 6 ft under congregation arise Volstead scrapes the county limits nestled with these stills in our hills and yet I would be abliged to send his best men forth to the contryside my veins personafy these roads so very well this is my home these are my battlegrounds I hope he's ready for a fight
Welcome to the family
No regrets we found our haven
We keep our hearts sealed in a mason jar
Fallacy has no regards out her tonight full run and a shotgun loaded in the backseat oh this is my vice I'm never gonna stop
If you can't afford to feed the dog then you should know damn well its time to put him down searching for something but I was never really one for hunting all that's left is cold trails and a bounty on my head if prisons the price I pay for a 50 gallon still then bring it on you can't bring us down
And all hills lead me home and I've been callaced to the bone another empty handed draw for prohibition and all hills lead me here that fresh pine starts to fill the airI'm only seconds away from my baby
White lightin'
