Rattlin Chains

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
 Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
 These ghostly hills, the winding road
 The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
 Confederate flags painted 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
 Silver war coins, and the soul so deep
 Two-hundred-year-old names carved deep in a tree
 Probably in another realm watching me
 Watching me, mm
 Rattlin' chains diamond plate
 Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
 These ghostly hills, the winding road
 The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
 Confederate flags painted 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 trespassing on the way I live
 These hands will drown your evil hiss
 Take you to a spot nobody's seen in 20 years
 25, 30 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 backhoe
 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 winding road
 The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
 Confederate flags painted 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 whoa, that I don't know the woods