Lyrics Upchurch – Down In The Holler
Text:
(Let the band play)
Church, church, church, church
(Church)
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard
I’m just sitting out here, way out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church) Just tryna make a dollar
They ain’t never seen a redneck rapper repping from lower class
40 hour weeks, bills paid on low pay
Been a chicken fighter son, I’ve seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, busting real-ass M’s
S-10s with truck covers hauling 20 pounds of Mother Nature
The weed man, like 64, rocking duck hunting waders
My pawpaw had the puzzle games, uncles had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk, ‘less you tryna get shot
Nashville didn’t dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gang ?
Realness don’t sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard
I’m just sitting out here, way out in the holler
Just tryna make a dollar
I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit, I’m king of the rednecks
The kid down the street your mama told you to stray from
Age 13, my dad let me go play with guns
I’m a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-riding motherfucker
Let me catch you at Pedro, post it up in your dad’s will
That hickory sticking slick, get all of y’alls wigs split
Mind your own damn business and I’ll mind mine
I can make you go missing in the middle of the night
Where the sun don’t shine, the moon don’t creep
Footsteps get lost when you’re walking in the creek
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can’t be heard
I’m just sitting out here, way out in the holler
Just tryna make a dollar
