Sometimes I dream
To the beat of Carolina
I'm bellied up in these blue hills
And I ain't coming down soon
It don't have to be high drama
Homeric in plot
We can't summon up enough poetry to save us
Dead-end work, I've had my fill
Night shift I tend the creel
These hinterlands are my home
A mountain myth gone to seed
This old dog will still hunt
I don't need no featherbed
I'm spry as the moon
I won't even break a sweat
The native man, he swims upstream
Spies a mess of suits 'neath a hickory
Talking tall in them snakeskin boots
Spittin' lies and tobacco juice
It don't have to be high drama
Homeric in plot
We can't summon up enough poetry to save us
Dead-end work, I've had my fill
Night shift I tend the creel
These hinterlands are my home
A mountain myth gone to seed
This old dog will still hunt
I don't need no featherbed
I'm spry as the moon
I won't even break a sweat
Calico Jim in a red state
He don't pick sides
He don't ever take the bait
He ain't slow like you think
He don't mostly lie in drink
And that dressed up talk that you like to talk
It don't fool him none
It don't change the way he walk
It don't fool him none
It don't change the way he walk
It don't change the way he walk
It don't change the way he talk
We don't want your new deal, lock the door
We don't want your new deal, leave us be
We don't want your new deal, lock the door
This ain't no fascist land, leave us be evermore
We don't want your new deal, lock the door
We don't want your new deal, leave us be
We don't want your new deal, lock the door
This ain't no fascist land, leave us be evermore
We don't want your new deal, lock the door
We don't want your new deal, lock the door