Backwoods Blackberry Smoke Party(response remix to Leslie Dale Hall Backwoods Blackberry Smoke)

[Verse 1] Good old backwoods Saturday, dress spinnin’ where the pine trees glow, Skillet fryin’ chicken crisp, that’s all a country girl needs to know. Peach pie on the window sill, cobbler where the sweet winds blow, Hot corn on the picnic cloth, butter runnin’ golden slow. [Chorus] Moonshine and cornbread, blackberry jam on every bite, Sweet tea in a Mason jar, sippin’ by the fire tonight. Fiddle singin’ high and sweet, banjo rollin’ smoky and woke, Hearts keepin’ time at the backwoods Blackberry Smoke. [Verse 2] Cast-iron beans are bubblin’, biscuits stacked in mama’s pan, Kettle corn a-poppin’ loud, taffy pullin’ rope by hand. Homemade apple cider punch, cherry wine in coffee cans, Grillin’ catfish on a grate, girls dancin’ barefoot in the sand. [Chorus] Moonshine and cornbread, blackberry jam on every bite, Sweet tea in a Mason jar, sippin’ by the fire tonight. Fiddle singin’ high and sweet, banjo rollin’ smoky and woke, Hearts keepin’ time at the backwoods Blackberry Smoke. [Bridge] We’re tellin’ ghost tales, rail tracks and a midnight train, Campfire legends, creek sprites dancin’ in the rain. Stories of lost gold, and the preacher’s runaway goat, Lovers’ oaths and midnight jokes that catch you in the throat. [Chorus] Moonshine and cornbread, blackberry jam on every bite, Sweet tea in a Mason jar, sippin’ by the fire tonight. Fiddle singin’ high and sweet, banjo rollin’ smoky and woke, Hearts keepin’ time at the backwoods Blackberry Smoke. [Outro] Good old backwoods Friday night, sparks swirl where the pine trees glow, Women stirrin’ pots and dreams, laughin’ soft and standin’ bold. Mud on our hems, berry wine on our throats, Still spinnin’ in the firelight to that backwoods Blackberry Smoke.