Concrete Nihilism.mp3 (Remix) (Remix)

[ Instrumental] [Verse 1] The rooster ain't crowed, but I'm already gone, Boots in the gravel before the first dawn. Cold creek whisper where the pine trees lean, Keeping old family traditions unseen. Granddad's hands left a map in the dirt, Said, "Nothing comes easy if it's honest work." I carry those words through the mountain air, With the weight of my blood and a whispered prayer. [Chorus] We're true moonshiners, raised by the hills, Living on faith and iron wills. Moon overhead, fire burning bright, Trying to make it through another night. No silver spoon, no easy road, Just strong backs carrying a heavy load. Long as these mountains touch the sky, A moonshiner's soul will never die. [Verse 2] Fog rolls low through the winding bends, Every mile feels like it never ends. Old truck rattles, but she still runs, Like the heartbeat passed from father to son. Every scar has a story to tell, Every hard year made us strong as well. The world may change, but these old pines know, Some roots run deeper than rivers below. [Bridge] We're more than the stories people tell, More than legends bought and sold. We're the echo in these mountains, Keeping yesterday alive tomorrow. [Final Chorus] We're true moonshiners, standing tall, Through every rise and every fall. The stars still shine on the mountain side, Where hope and hard work still collide. Raise your voice with the morning wind, For every soul that's walked these ridges. When these old songs are all that's left, The mountains will remember the rest. [Outro] The fire burns low... The creek keeps singing... And the hills keep our names... Forever.