Lyin' Low

It's been a few years now since I felt the urge to roam

I've been living up the holler watching my children grow

I'm doing just fine, keeping my mind

A dollar ain't a worry of mine

I'm like a bull to the slaughter, a fish out of water

Every time I leave the wood line

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

On the north side of the mountain reaping what I sow

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

In a better way than my daddy mining thirty inch coal

I'm lyin' low

If I keep running with the masses

I'll find myself in an early casket

If there's water in the well

Don't go doin' somethin' drastic

There's fruit on my vine

So bring on the wine, I've got so little time

I'll take what I got and save a few shots

And stride out on the decline

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

On the north side of the mountain reaping what I sow

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

In a better way than my daddy mining thirty inch coal

I'm lyin' low

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

On the north side of the mountain where my ginseng gowns

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low

In a better way than my daddy mining thirty inch coal

I'm lyin' low