[Verse 1]
Apple pie moonshine, south of that Dixon Line
Big ol' bonfire, 'bout to get buck wild
That country bass is thumping and those catfish are jumping
And those pretty country girls are dancing with their country bumpkins
Slide it to the right now, come on, let's go
Spin them girls around, boys, do-si-do
[Chorus]
'cause we're country folks getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah and a holler and a swoller
We're gonna get down way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine, shut my mouth
[Verse 2]
Little cut off Wranglers, I know she didn't dang her
She knows how to drive me crazy with what the good Lord gave her
She ain't the only one, boys, they're everywhere
We got redheads, blondes, and brunettes in the clear mountain air
Maybe later on sneak off behind that big oak tree
Just me and my little lady and the birds and the bees
[Chorus]
'cause we're country folks getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah and a holler and a swoller
We're gonna get down way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine, shut my mouth
[Bridge]
Way back up in these sticks, we're not big on the politics
So you can keep your gun control, hoss, I'll keep my thirty-ought six
My grandpappy passed it down to my dad and then him to me
I'm gonna give it to my son, that gun's part of this family
[Chorus]
'cause we're country folks getting down in the holler
With a big hell yeah and a holler and a swoller
We're gonna get down way down south
With the sweet apple pie moonshine, shut my mouth
[Outro]
Apple pie moonshine, south of that Dixon Line
Big ol' bonfire, 'bout to get buck wild