Back in the hills where the woods get thickBrewing shine in a stillGrowing smoke in the ditchIt's a different way of lifeBut it is what it isEither poor when you dieOr fire water richCall us backwardsOr backwardsWe got white lightningRunning through our veinsAnd we'll die tryingTo save our family nameWhere the whippoorwills willThe coyotes cryWay back in the hollerWhere the moon shinesI didn't choose this lifeThis lifeThis life chose meThere's a copper lineWhere my roots run deepFive generationsOf living like thisI'm a hand-me-down bootleggingson of a *We got white lightningRunning through our veinsAnd we'll die tryingTo save our family nameWhere the whippoorwills willThe coyotes cryWay back in the hollerWhere the moon shinesAnd we'll die tryingTo save our family nameWay back in the hollerI didn't choose this lifeThis life chose meWay back in the hollerWhere the whippoorwills willThe coyotes cryWay back in the hollerWhere the whippoorwills willThe coyotes cryWe got white lightningWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.We got white lightning running through our veinsAnd we'll die trying to save our family nameWhere the whippoorwills will and them coyotes cryWay back in the hollow where the moons shineBurns as bright as a bonfire flameIt's in my genes like an old tree stainIt'll be that way to the day I dieWay back in the hollow where the moons shineWhere the moons shine