PEACHES AND HONEY

PAPA WAS A MOUNTAIN MAN, HE DIDN’T FOLLOW NO GOVERNMENT RULES
WE LIVED WAY BACK IN A HOLLOW, MAKING WHISKEY THAT KICKED LIKE A MULE
BY THE TIME I TURNED ELEVEN, I WAS ON EVERY MIDNIGHT RUN
IT WAS ALWAYS CASH, DRIVING FAST, WE DID WHAT NEEDED DONE…
DIDN’T GET NO SCHOOLIN’ BUT PAPA TAUGHT ME WELL…
COULD SHOOT A GUN AND TAKE A DEER AND GUT IT BY MYSELF.
WE MADE WHISKEY OUTTA PEACHES AND HONEY… FIRED IT UP WITH HICKORY WOOD
WE WERE OUTLAWS, MAKIN’ MONEY… AND WE’D COME BACK AND GET IT… IF WE COULD

WE LOOKED LIKE BACKWOODS VAGABONDS… WE KEPT TO OURSELVES
‘TIL THE NIGHT OUR PATCH OF HEAVEN TURNED INTO BURNING HELL
THE PREACHER WAS AN EVIL MAN. HE THREW PAPA TO THE FLOOR
HE NEVER SAW ME IN THE DARK, BUT HE HEARD MY 44
WE GATHERED UP OUR MONEY. WE LET THAT ROBBER DIE.
PAPA THREW SOME GAS AND LIT A MATCH, IT WAS TIME FOR US TO FLY
WE MADE WHISKEY OUTTA PEACHES AND HONEY… FIRED IT UP WITH HICKORY WOOD
WE WERE OUTLAWS, MAKIN’ MONEY…AND WE’D COME BACK AND GET IT… IF WE COULD

MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE MOONSHINE OR THE RAIN THAT MADE US SWERVE
OUR CAR WAS JUST A BALL OF FLAME SPINNING ON THAT CURVE
I TRIED TO CRAWL AWAY BUT A GENTLE VOICE SAID, SON
WALK WITH ME INTO THE LIGHT. THE HAND OF FATE HAS WON.
YOU MIGHT SEE MY SHADOW, SEE MY PAPA’S TOO,
WE WALK THESE HILLS TOGETHER… WE WON’T BOTHER YOU
SOMEWHERE OUT IN LURAY, IN A HOLLOW FACING EAST
YOU’LL FIND A STAND OF PEACHES AND PAPA’S HICKORY TREES
IN THE RUINS OF A CABIN YOU’LL FIND THE STONES WE LAID
BENEATH ‘EM THERE’S SIX KETTLES FULL OF ALL THE CASH WE MADE.
WE MADE WHISKEY OUTTA PEACHES AND HONEY… FIRED IT UP WITH HICKORY WOOD
WE WERE OUTLAWS , MAKIN’ MONEY…AND WE’D COME BACK AND GET IT… IF WE COULD

YOU MIGHT SEE OUR SHADOWS, WALKIN’ IN THE RAIN
ON A CURVE WHERE PEOPLE SWEAR… THEY’VE SEEN A SPINNIN’ BALL OF FLAME

@Ben Mason/Randy Thompson 2022