Turn ’Em Loose ~ Unholy Trinity

“TURN ’EM LOOSE” [Intro — Spoken] Yeah… Ain’t nobody telling me what my granddaddy taught me was wrong. Dog box rattling, tires throwing mud— You already know what time it is. [Verse 1] I got a pack in the box and a rifle in the rack, Boots full of mud and a country boy’s back. Been doing this since I was knee-high tall, Daddy had the lead and Granddaddy had it all. Now somebody sitting behind a desk downtown Wants to tell these country boys how to run their hounds. Man, you better come walk where these boots been, Before you start talking ’bout the way we hunt again. We know these woods, every creek, every line, Know every damn dog by the sound of its cry. Ain’t just a hobby, it’s a family tradition, Passed down generation after generation. [Chorus] TURN ’EM LOOSE! Let ’em run, let ’em roll, Let that old hound chase what he was born to know. TURN ’EM LOOSE! Hear that bay hit the night, Country boys in the woods and we’re doing it right. You can talk your shit, you can write your laws, But you better understand what you’re messing with, boss. This ain’t just hunting—this is blood, sweat, roots, So back up off my dogs when I TURN ’EM LOOSE! [Banjo solo] [Verse 2] Deer in the palmettos, hogs in the swamp, Old dog on the trail and his nose stays locked. GPS blinking, boots hit the ground, Soon as that first hound barks, everybody gathers ’round. We ain’t out here trying to tear nothing apart, We love these woods with a country boy’s heart. Know the rules, know the land, know the game, And we damn sure know every dog by name. They call it noise—I call it music. They call it trouble—I call it tradition. They see a dog— I see my whole damn family Standing right there behind me. [Chorus] TURN ’EM LOOSE! Let ’em run, let ’em roll, Let that old hound chase what he was born to know. TURN ’EM LOOSE! Hear that bay hit the night, Country boys in the woods and we’re doing it right. You can talk your shit, you can write your laws, But you better understand what you’re messing with, boss. This ain’t just hunting—this is blood, sweat, roots, So back up off my dogs when I TURN ’EM LOOSE! [Harmonica Solo] [Bridge — Half Rap / Half Spoken] Daddy taught me. Granddaddy taught Daddy. Now I’m teaching my kids. That’s how it goes. You don’t have to love it. You don’t have to understand it. But don’t tell me I can’t pass down What was passed down to me. [Final Verse] From the dirt roads down in Florida To the pine trees out back, Dog box bouncing while the truck stays packed. Got a cooler in the bed and mud on my tires, Whole damn crew rolling like a backwoods choir. We ain’t looking for a fight, We ain’t breaking no law, We just want the same damn freedom That our fathers had before. So if you’re coming for the hounds, Better know what you’re facing— A whole generation of hunters Who ain’t done with this tradition. [Final Chorus — HARD] TURN ’EM LOOSE! Let ’em run, let ’em roll, Let that old hound chase what he was born to know. TURN ’EM LOOSE! Hear that bay hit the sky, That’s the sound of a tradition that refuses to die. You can talk your shit, You can pass your laws, But you can’t erase the memories Of the men who taught us all. This ain’t just hunting— THIS IS OUR ROOTS. Dog box loaded, TURN ’EM LOOSE! [Outro] Yeah… Respect the land. Respect the game. Respect the law. But don’t forget where you came from. TURN ’EM LOOSE. [Kickass Banjo and Harmonica Outro]