Poor Man's Son

Way out yonder and high on the hill
 There lives an ol' boy with a copper line still
 In a shotgun shack with his wife and kids
 Makin' moonshine like his daddy did
 Once a month when the moon gets low
 He loads up the truck and away he goes
 From North Carolina to East Tennessee
 To make a little money for the family
 If you see him coming get out of his way
 don't try to back him down
 He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun
 Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son
 Where he's living ain't nobody know
 So deep in the woods even the law won't go
 People been coming for miles around
 For that good corn liquor in an old fruit jar
 He don't care about the world outside
 Don't give a damn if it pass him by
 Living off the land wild and free
 Like his Grandaddy learned from the Cherokee
 If you see him coming get out of his way
 Don't try to track him down
 He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun
 Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son
 A family tradition going down the line
 He and his kin been making moonshine
 living off the land wild and free
 like his Grandaddy learned from the Cherokee
 If you see him coming get out of his way
 Don't try to back him down
 He got a pistol and a rifle and a new shotgun
 Don't you go messin' with a poor man's son
 Way out yonder and high on the hill
 There live an ol' boy with a copper line still