Lyrics: Chase Rice/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron/Corey Crowder/Hunter Phelps
Music: Chase Rice/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron/Corey Crowder/Hunter Phelps
Up in the hills
Where coppers don’t crack down on the them copper stills
Were makin’ trap door, tax free, dollar bills up in the hollar deals
An honest way to make a living
Six shot heavy metal hangin’ from a holster
In case we 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 under 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 cuts where your born and raised
Man it’s in your blood we were born this way down yonder
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down yonder
You can’t avoid a bunch of Bootleg Bertie’s and their bandit boys on some outpost Wanted poster polaroids
Sayin’ 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 under 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 cuts where your 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 saving
Way down yonder where the outlaws wander You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin’ hot rod runners under 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 cuts where your 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