Higher Ground (Demo)

I lived down a holler called Indian Creek Where the water flowed through them Kentucky trees A nice little trailer on a little piece of land All I had to thank was my daddy's hands Surrounded by mountains at the bottom of a hill If the storm don't get us the rain sure well Firewoods a'brewin throughout the house Mamas raisin cane and daddy's having doubts It must be a hard choice choosing between Running water for the kids or some rice and beans Well, that hollers unforgiven in those hills are brutal as hell My daddy found a way to out run that poverty spell Well, that creek running through will wash you down Keep your head above water or son you're bound to drown If you're anything, like my daddy, you'll make it to higher ground My daddy found himself behind prison bars We all knew it was a bullshit charge I swear to God that government game Was always out to get our family name Well, that hollers unforgiven in those hills are brutal as hell My daddy found a way to out run that poverty spell Well, that creek running through will wash you down Keep your head above water or son you're bound to drown If you're anything like my daddy, you'll make it to higher ground If you're anything like my daddy, you'll make it to higher Ground If you're anything like my daddy, you'll make it to higher Ground