Living Low

Down in Union County Just south of Dunlapseville Road You take the gravel lane past Booth farm You head to the valley below You can hear them coyotes howlin' You feel the cold in your bones Just sitting 'round that campfire And everybody knows We're living low The corn is ready to harvest And the sun is hanging low It's time to get your guns out It's off to the woods we go We wake up before the sunrise And we're out at the break of day Just waiting for whitetails to walk by They make those blues go away We're living low Go and tell everybody its a place that we call home With good ole boys, good ole girls together living low We're living low You feel your heartbeat pounding And you try to hold your breath You take you aim and you let fly A sweet little kiss of death At night your by the campfire And the stories start to unfold Despite being told over ten times The tall tales never get old We're living low Go and tell everybody its a place that we call home With good ole boys and good ole girls together living low We're living low Generations of families A life time of childhood friends We drink our whiskey with rye And wait and see how it all ends We're living low