Buttermilk holler

Holler down from the hills Miss Ruthie
The boys are comin' home
I'll fetch some kindling wood
And you unplug the phone
This old van's almost out of gas
Two more switchbacks to go
And I can see that front porch light
Gleamin' off a blanket of snow

There is a place on the east side of Tennessee
Where I can go when this old life starts killin' me
Sweet southern dreams below the Mason Dixon Line
One the east side of Tennessee by the border of Caroline

Two weeks in the City
Four weeks out on the road
My feel smell like a puffed up pig
And there's whiskey stains on my clothes
I think it's time for a good night's sleep
And a couple of home cooked meals
Time to hold a girl in my arms
Who knows just how I feel

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Yes I think it's time
For a good night's sleep
And a couple of home cooked meals
And to get some dirt between my toes
To remind me how it feels

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