Backwoods Gold - Black Stone Cherry

Back woods gold

And I’m back on the road

Playin' moonshine games

But the taste is gonna be the same

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

I wanna go

Where that hill-tea is flowin'

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

Where ole' Mary Jane’s growin'

A little sign out front

Reads dinner, pool, and lunch

But that card in his hat

Will tell you what’s flowin' out the back

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

I wanna go

Where that hill-tea is flowin'

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

Where ole' Mary Jane’s growin'

Old men laughin'

While the whittle away their past"

The law think they know

But the bootleg man he gets the last laugh

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

I wanna go

Where that hill-tea is flowin'

Hotrods to hell

And the angels are rollin'

Where ole' Mary Jane’s growin'