Rattlin’ Chains

Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the windy roads
The crosses on the trees from
The ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So, don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods

Where I'm from the hills have eyes
The rivers have secrets, and that's no lie
The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke
The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal
Through a cattle field with dead willow trees
Civil war coins in the soil so deep
Two hundred-year-old names carved deep
In a tree
Probably in another realm watchin' me
Watchin' me, hmm-mm

Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the windy roads
The crosses on the trees from
The ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So, don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods

Barbwire tattooed on my skin
No trespassin' on the way I live
These hands'll drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody's
Seen in twenty years
Twenty-five, thirty years plus
Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust
A big-bellied man that talks real slow
With a bunch of empty land
And a couple backhoes
And maybe I'm out of my mind (My mind)
Or maybe I'm sane and not blind

Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away

Rattlin' chains, diamond plate
Knee deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the windy roads
The crosses on the trees from
The ones in the dirt
Confederate flags faded on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of Skoal
So, don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods
Oh oh, that I don't know the woods