Pretty Little Goat - Sitting in the Backwoods Lyrics

Sitting in the backwoods
Getting high on moonshine
Hotter than sunshine
On a summers day
Banging on a five string
Giving money to the angels
Crying like children
About nothing at all
When I was working
At the country station
Tuesdays and Fridays
For the rockin' roll hour
Eating beans for breakfast
Yeah the dice were loaded
And I'm out here moaning
In the wind and rain
I can tell you want a reason
So I'll give you an answer
Hang me up for treason
'Till the walls come down
And if you don't need me
Give it all to your brother
Go and tend to your mother
Every now and then
Sitting on the front porch
Smoking on some reefer
Sweating and a chopping
Sweet tatters and reaper
Make a little hot sauce
Gonna put it in my gumbo
It's gonna be the best hoedown you ever seen
In this mountain town
I can tell you want a reason
So I'll give you an answer
Hang me up for treason
'Till the walls come down
And if you don't need me
Give it all to your brother
Go and tend to your mother
Every now and then
I can tell you want a reason
So I'll give you an answer
Hang me up for treason
'Till the walls come down
And if you don't need me
Give it all to your brother
Go and tend to your mother
Every now and then
Go and tend to your mother
Every now and then