Apple pie moonshine
South of that dixie line
Big old bonfire
About to get buck wild
That country bass is thumping
And those catfish are jumping
And those pretty country girls
Are dancing with their country bumpkins
Slide it to the right now
Come on let's go
Spin them girls around boys
Dose-doe
Cause we're country folks
Getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah
And a holler and a swoller
We're going to get down
Way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine
Shut my mouth
Little cut off wranglers
I know she didn't dang her
She knows how to drive me crazy
With what the good Lord gave her
She ain't the only one boys
They're everywhere
We got red heads, blondes, and brunettes
In the clear mountain air
Maybe later on we'll sneak off behind that big oak tree
Just me and my little lady
And the birds, and the bees
Cause we're country folks
Getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah
And a holler and a swoller
We're going to get down
Way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine
Shut my mouth
Way back up in these sticks
We're not big on the politics
So, you can keep your gun control hoss
I'll keep my thirty-ought six
My grand pappy passed it down
To my dad and then from him to me
I'm going to give it to my son
That gun's part of this family
Cause we're country folks
Getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah
And a holler and a swoller
We're going to get down
Way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine
Shut my mouth
Apple pie moonshine
South of that Dixie Line
Big old bonfire
About to get buck wild