I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

Pledge allegiance, no flag God nation, goddamned The devil dances with the scorned And how the fire keeps us warm Tunnel vision, no man Damnation, god damn Can't see the forest for the trees Can't heal the wound before we bleed