Down in the Holler Songtext
von Upchurch

(Let the BandPlay)
Church, Church, Church, Church
Ha-ha-ha, Church

When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can′t be heard
I'm just sittin′ out here way out in the holler (Church, Church, Church)
(Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar

They ain't never seen no redneck rapper reppin' for low class
40 hour weeks, bills paid on low cash
Been a chicken fighter, son, I′ve seen some real ass shit
Real police, real time bust the real ass angles

S-10s with truck covers, haulin′ 20 pounds of mother nature
The weed man, like 64, rockin' duck huntin′ waders
My papa had the poker games, uncle had that strap hot
No cards up yo' sleeve, punk, ′less you tryna get shot


Nashville didn't dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gamecocks, bitch
Realness don′t sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold (Church, Church, Church)

When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard (can't be heard)
I′m just sittin′ out here way out in the holler
Just tryna make a dollar

I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit, I'm king of the rednecks
The kid down the street yo′ mama told you to stray from
Age 13, my dad let me go play with guns

I'm a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-ridin′ motherfucker
You Fairview bitches got it comin', yeah, I know who jumped my brother
Let me catch you and Petro posted up in your dad′s whip
That hickory stickin' slick, get all of y'alls wigs split

Mind your own damn business, and I′ll mind mine
I can make you go missin′ in the middle of the night
Where-where the sun don't shine, the moon don′t creep
Footsteps get lost when you're walkin′ in the creek


When the shit goes down way out in the holler (in the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard (can′t be heard)
I'm just sittin' out here way out in the holler (Church, Church)
Just tryna make a dollar (Church)

(Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) holler
Ho-holler, yeah, yeah-yeah (Chur-Chur-, Church)
(Church-Chur-, Chu-Chu-Church) yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Way out in the holler, holler
(Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar
(Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church, Church) just tryna make a dollar

(Chur-Chur-, Church)
(Chur-Chur-, Chu-Church)