[Verse 1: Appalachian Singer] Up in the holler, where the pine trees grow, Smoke curls up where the mountain winds blow. Sippin' on moonshine, clear as the creek, Rollin' that green, got the ridge feelin' sleek. [Verse 2: New Orleans Singer] Down in the bayou, where the levees keep tight, Hurricanes mixin', got me feelin' just right. Blunts in my hand, with that jazz in the air, Streetlights flicker, ain't no worries or care. [Chorus: Both] Two different lands, but the vibe runs deep, From the peaks to the swamp, where the secrets keep. One pours shine, the other swirls Henny, Both got stories, and the roots run plenty. [Verse 3: Appalachian Singer] Crickets keep rhythm, cicadas hum loud, Front porch pickin', under starry shroud. Hard work days, but the nights stay chill, Smoke from the mountain makes time stand still. [Verse 4: New Orleans Singer] Second line drums, and the trumpet calls, Beads from the trees after Mardi Gras falls. City don’t sleep, but I find my groove, Henny in my glass, and my blunt sets the mood. [Bridge: Both] Ain't so different, just a different kind of beat, One’s got dirt roads, the other's cobblestone streets. From the mountain’s hush to the bayou’s sway, We kick back the same, just in our own way.
