Backwoods Blackberry Smoke

[Verse 1] Good old backwoods country folk, livin' where the pine trees grow, Content with a simple life, that’s all we’ll ever need to know. Family ‘round the table, friends out on the dusty road, Deep back in the holler where the river’s always runnin’ low. [Chorus] Whiskey and cornbread, that’s our supper every night, We’d be pickin’ and a-hollerin’ till the stars are shinin’ bright. Laughter in the firelight, stories in the smoke, Hearts beatin’ time to that banjo playin’ Blackberry Smoke. [Verse 2] Front porch swing is creakin’, fireflies are startin’ to glow, Bare feet on the red clay dirt, movin’ with the music slow. Granddad hums a melody, Grandma taps her old cane toe, Neighbors driftin’ through the dark, followin’ that banjo’s flow. [Chorus] Whiskey and cornbread, that’s our supper every night, We’d be pickin’ and a-hollerin’ till the stars are shinin’ bright. Laughter in the firelight, stories in the smoke, Hearts beatin’ time to that banjo playin’ Blackberry Smoke. [Bridge] No big city neon, just the moon upon the creek, Peace in every quiet word that simple people speak. All we need is family, and the friends we love the most, Feelin’ every note that rings like a holler’s ghost. [Chorus] Whiskey and cornbread, that’s our supper every night, We’d be pickin’ and a-hollerin’ till the stars are shinin’ bright. Laughter in the firelight, stories in the smoke, Hearts beatin’ time to that banjo playin’ Blackberry Smoke. [Outro] Good old backwoods country folk, livin’ where the pine trees grow, Down here in the holler, that’s the only life we know. Whiskey on our breath, cornbread crumbs on our coat, Still pickin’ in the dark to that banjo playin’ Blackberry Smoke.