Slipped on my Red Wings, like I've done so many times Notion fell upon me, to cross that county line Sweetwater cornfields, you got your Hillbilly Wine Freedom fell upon me, for the very first time Silo is empty and the well runs dry I've got to back go back, one last time You see I 'm headed for some of your wine I'm headed on down for a taste of your Hillbilly Wine Well a halo sits above, those that do good Just a simple little token, for doin' as we should There'll be times, when we turn from the truth A little Hillbilly Wine, will take me back to my roots El Destino functions, in the strangest of ways Well the future holds the promise, but do we forget about today There's a long dirt road, where my travels soon begin I'm gonna slip on my Red Wings, and fly like the wind