Backwoods Gold lyrics

Back woods goldAnd I'm back on the roadPlayin' moonshine gamesBut the taste is gonna be the sameHotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'I wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me back homewhere ole' Mary Jane's growin'A little sign out frontReads dinner, pool, and lunchBut that card in his hatWill tell you what's flowin' out the backHotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'I wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me back homewhere ole' Mary Jane's growin'Old men laughin'While the whittle away their past"The law think they knowBut the bootleg man he gets the last laughHotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'I wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me back homehere ole' Mary Jane's growin'