Rattlin Chains

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods

Where I'm from the hills have eyes, the rivers have secrets, and that's no lie
The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke
The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal
Through a cattle field with dead willow trees
Silver war coins, and the soul so deep
Two hundred year old names carved deep in a tree
Probably in another realm watching me..
Watching me, hmmm

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods

Barbwire tattooed on my skin
No trespassing on the way I live
These hands will drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody's seen in twenty years
Twenty-five, thirty years plus
Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust
A big bellied man that talks real slow
With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoe's
And maybe I'm out of my mind (my mind)
Or maybe I'm sane and not blind

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee deep in mud I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses in the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me, that I don't know the woods
Ohh, that I don't know the woods