Upchurch and Justin Adams - Down in the Holler

Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Church, Church, Church, Church, haha
(Church)

When the shit goes down way out in the holler
(In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine
Drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where
My gun can't be heard
I'm just sittin' out here way
Out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
Just tryin' to make a dollar

They ain't never seen no redneck
Rapper reppin' for low class
Forty hour weeks, bills paid on low cash
Been a chicken fighter son
I've seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, bustin' real-ass
S-10s with truck covers
Hauling twenty pounds of mother nature
The weed man, like 64
Rockin' duck hunting waders
My Paw Paw had the poker games
Uncle had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk
Unless you tryna get shot
Nashville didn't dress me
I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in
Them gamecocks bitch
Realness don't sell in the eyes of
The leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with
All my dollars to fold

When the shit goes down way out in the holler
(In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine
Drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where
My gun can't be heard (Can't be heard)
I'm just sittin' out here way
Out in the holler
Just tryin' to make a dollar

I was raised by the rednecks
Chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit
I'm king of the rednecks
The kid down the street your mama
Told you to stray from
Age thirteen, my dad let me go play with guns
I'm a no helmet, one handed
Banshee-ridin' motherfucker
You Fairview bitches got it coming
Yeah I know who jumped my brother
Let me catch you and Petro posted
Up in your dad's whip
That hickory stickin' slick
Get all of y'alls wigs split

Mind your own damn business
And I'll mind mine
I can make you go missin' in
The middle of the night
Where the sun don't shine
The moon don't creep
Footsteps get lost when you're
Walkin' in the creek

When the shit goes down way out in the holler
(In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine
Drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where
My gun can't be heard (Can't be heard)
I'm just sittin' out here way
Out in the holler
Just tryin' to make a dollar

Church, Church, Church, Church

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