Will Rhodes Band - Eat What You Kill

Everything I learned
Is from these here hills
Trade it to second grade
For daddy's moonshine still
Mama, she died early
I seen smoke up at the mill
Now it's supper from steel trap
In the creek, trout and bluegill
I got the homegrown in the holler
Raising up to pay these bills
And I'm finding salvation
In these crushed up pills
No time for hunting
When there's jugs to fill
That's why daddy always said boy
Take dead aim, and eat what you kill
Eat what you kill, eat what you kill
Now, daddy never wanted it to be this way
He begged me to leave but needed me to stay
A river of tears I cried that morning we put him in the clay
End it seems as though I got more problems
Then I've got days
I don't know if heaven is forgiving enough
For me to change my ways
Because this business we got
In these here hills
Is more than a family name
Boy take dead aim and eat what you kill
Boy take dead aim
And eat what you kill
If you come around here
You better bring a friend or two
Or you might find yourself
Buried beneath the cypress root
They want so much find
A Bone or tooth
It's cash in hand keep the engine running
Or we might just be eating you
Boy take dead aim and eat what you kill
Boy take dead aim
And eat what you kill
Sheriffs after me
Because I'm the one they come to see
For guns and pills
Daddy always said you could hear it coming
Long before you could see
So keep quiet, and be still
Boy take dead aim
So they don't feel no pain
Boy take dead aim
And eat what you kill
I promised I'd leave probably never will
Finding salvation in
Everything I learned from these here Hills
From these here Hills

Written by:
William Rhodes

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