Coal mine and moonshine
Hills of Tennessee
With a dirty old cob
Hillbilly sanctuary
With a dirty old cob
In the cab of a truck
In the heart of the woods
Hit her if she wakes up
Hit her if she cries out
With the butt of your gun
You better cover your ass man
You better put on the gloves
Hey
Coal mine and moonshine
You could die from the dust
You could die from the rye
You're sure to die when you're young
But now it's time to have fun
And turn the stalks into fodder
She looks a little like Loretta
Just like a coalminer's daughter
Coal mine and moonshine
Hills of Tennessee
Good ol' boys gettin' drunk
Hillbilly sanctuary
Hey
