Backwoods Gold lyrics

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 rollin' I wanna go Where that hill-tea is flowin' Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin' Take me back home Where ole' Mary Jane's growin' 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 rollin' I wanna go Where that hill-tea is flowin' Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin' Take me back home Where ole' Mary Jane's growin' 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 rollin' I wanna go Where that hill-tea is flowin' Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin' Take me back home Where ole' Mary Jane's growin'