Way back in a holler
I once heard a low moaning song
The sound it was carried
It seemed like the trees sang along
Those hills whispered softly
And sure as I heard it was gone
That song spoke of places
Where my soul would always be free
Where stories of heartache
And travel run wild like the breeze
And men have discovered
They're lost or they're found if they see
Goes like this
Come on children raise your glass
Watch the world go by so fast
We like whiskey, we like beer
Won't let no blues stay long round here
Just call my name one time
I love to cross that line
I'll sing about whiskey
And watch you drink with me
And tell you this story of mine
My conscience left me stranded
Like some old forgotten cabin in the pines
And to this day I still can't think
Of many times I never crossed the line
This life of sin ain't giving in
But all it tries to charge me is my mind
There's no rhyme or reason to explain the things I do
Just pick a road see where it goes and hum that old low tune
Goes like this
Come on children raise your glass
Watch the world go by so fast
We like whiskey, we like beer
Won't let no blues stay long round here
Come on children raise your glass
Watch the world go by so fast
We like whiskey, we like beer
Won't let no blues stay long round here
Just call my name one time
I love to cross that line
I'll sing about whiskey
And make you drink with me
And tell you this story of mine
I'll sing about whiskey
And watch you drink with me
And tell you this story of mine