Fire In The Hollar Lyrics by Dustin Craig
Dustin Craig Lyrics
Work everyday trying to do what’s right
But man I’m barely getting by
Come up with a plan try to beat the man,
get ahead before I die
So I found me a deal on a rusty old steel
in the backwoods of Tennessee
Im a rum runnin, boot legging, white lightening, outlaw
tryin to raise a family
Im down to my last dime, runnin out of time
Uncle Sam don’t know it all,
gotta feed the kids, Man damn the law,
Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong & kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the hollar
Ive worked these hands down to the bone
for these bills that I cant pay
Dawn til dusk, dusk til dawn it’s non-stop everyday
Lord I aint been one to complain, I’ve always made it thru
But something’s gotta give, a mans gotta live
Gotta do what he’s gotta do
I’m chewing my last straw, they push me way to far
Uncle Sam don’t know it all,
gotta feed the kids, Man damn the law,
Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong & kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the holler
I'm down to my last dime, runnin out of time
Uncle Sam don’t know it all,
gotta feed the kids, Man damn the law,
Lord knows its hard tryin to make that dollar
A few copper lines and some mason jars
Couple country boys with supped-up cars
Make you feel real good, its strong & kinda hard to swallar
That fire in the hollar
[Thanks to Dustin Craig for lyrics]
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