Lyrics

Catfish fryin’ ‘neath moon’s tired eye,
Uncle Jubal tellin' truths hard to lie,
Cousin Lottie chewin' jerky from squirrel hide—
Pa singin’ gospel, Ma cussin’ with pride.

Broken fiddle strings danglin’ front porch swing,
Lil' Dewey wrestlin' snakes down by spring,
Corn-growin' crooked since moonshine been spilled,
Granpappy 'n sheriff makin’ peace—unfulfilled.

Coyotes laughin’ loud at my homemade shack,
Roof drippin’ honey, walls bitin' back.
Barefoot Willie lost raccoon fight again,
Sister Sadie eyed preacher like drunken hymn.

Ol’ mean rooster crowin’ past noon,
Treehouse slanting drunk under ol’ harvest moon.
Skeeter choir buzzin' revival hymn louder,
Cousin Virgil snorin', porch seat cornbread shouter.

Swear Granny's biscuits hard as iron stake,
Pa says blessin’ with a whiskey’d shake,
Ol’ Doc sleepin' near still in woods dense—
Chicken thieves baptized by barbed-wire fence.

So, creek rises funny when banjo screams strong,
Been livin' crooked right—long as holler’s long.
"Watch fer rattlers," preacher shouts in vain,
Hillfolk holler bound—‘nother backwoods refrain.