It’s a way of life, it’s a way of thinking
It’s running around these hills and hollers drinking
It’s a patch of land, to make my stand
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
It’s a crooked old pine, it’s a red sun sinking
It’s a kudzu vine on a gravestone slowly creeping
It’s the family name, the blood in my veins
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
There’s a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we’re way too proud we don’t back down
‘Cause we’re better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living’s wrong
Then just read me my rights
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
It’s an old draft mule with a heavy load
It’s a sawmill rippin’ right through
Them chinkypin oaks
It’s five generations in a church pew
Singing for the Holy Ghost
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
There’s a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we’re way too proud we don’t back down
‘Cause we’re better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living’s wrong
Then just read me my rights
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
We’re from West Carolina
And up in East Tennessee
We’re from anywhere the river runs wild
And the roots run deep
Like the whippoorwill’s song
We’re carrying on
This way of life on my…
There’s a buckshot sign at the county line
Out past Watauga road
Where we’re way too proud we don’t back down
‘Cause we’re better off alone
All we got is all we need and we sure can survive
Well if that kind of living’s wrong
Then just read me my rights
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
That’s the way of life on my side of the mountain
Other lyrics by Old Crow Medicine Show:
Beautiful Land
People, many branches of a tree How much longer will it be before we reach as one? Torn apart and divided by the colors that we see Refusing to believe we’re all in …
For What It's Worth
There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there A-telling me I got to beware I think it’s time …
Howdy Do America
Here’s a little story ‘bout the train I ride The steam locomotive called the Stars And Stripes Stoked up and cuttin’ through the countryside Hear the …
Last American Waltz
Come out, come out, wherever you roam There’s time enough for one last song So gather in close before the music fades Kick up your heels, lay down your stones Roll …
Lewis And Clark
Just a blue ridge boy in Albemarle Born to hitch a ride upon a shooting star With a compass rose pointing towards the sun Merriweather Lewis hit for Oregon Oh, but that …