A Backwoods gold,
And I'm back on the road.
Playin' moonshine games,
But the taste is gonna be the same.

Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
I wanna go,
Where that hill-tea is flowing,
Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
Take me back home,
Where old Mary Jane's growing.

A little sign out front,
Reads dinner, pool, and lunch.
But that card in his hat,
Will tell you what's flowin' out the back.

Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
I wanna go,
Where that hill-tea is flowing,
Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
Take me back home,
Where old Mary Jane's growing.

[Solo]

Old men laughin,
While the whittle away their past,
The law think they know,
But the bootleg man he gets the last laugh.

Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
I wanna go,
Where that hill-tea is flowing,
Hotrods to hell,
And the angels are rolling,
Take me back home,
Where old Mary Jane's growing.

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