These mist covered mountains. Are a home now for me. But my home is the lowlands. And always will be. Some day you'll return to. Your valleys and your farms. And you'll no longer burn. To be brothers
redhead yonder lookin' at me. The dance floors hoppin' and it's hotter than the fourth of July. I see outlaws, inlaws crooks and straights all out makin' it shake. Doin' the boot scootin' boogie. Yeah heel
