Holler whoop timber

(yee-haw!) I’m a backwoods ol’ hillbilly,

crusty as an old pine stump,

Got one rusty pickup truck and a hound dog in the dump.

Don’t need no city people tellin’ me what’s wrong or right,

I bait my hooks at sunrise and I fish till late at

night. Got a trotline in the river where the big ol’ catfish

bite, Whiskey in a mason jar,

everything’s alright. Smokin’ cheap ol’ stogies while I rock on the porch

swing slow, If you come around uninvited,

well… I reckon you should go.

The woods keep all my secrets,

The creek knows where I’ve been…

Then the mountains start a-talkin’ When the moon comes up again.

Whooooop… way off in the timber!

(whooooop) Echo rollin’ through the pines.

Might be ol’ Bigfoot callin’,

Or the whiskey playin’ tricks on my mind.

I ain’t runnin’, I ain’t hidin’,

He’s welcome if he’s passin’ through.

Long as he leaves my catfish,

I’ll leave him be too.

Neighbors say I’m stubborn,

yeah they’re probably tellin’ true,

I wave about once a year… that’s more than most folks do.

Coffee in the mornin’,

bourbon after dark, Got a fire burnin’ steady while the coyotes start

to bark.

Every now and then that holler

Lets out one mighty yell,

Raises every hair upon me,

And shakes the old wishing well.

Some folks chase the spotlight,

Some chase fancy dreams.

I’ll chase flathead catfish Down muddy southern streams.

If Bigfoot wants a stogie,

I might even share one light.

Just don’t drink my last sip of whiskey… Or we’re gonna fuss

tonight!

Whooooop…

way off in the timber!

(whooooop) Rollin’ like an old train cry.

Bigfoot’s singin’ harmony To a lonely whip-poor-will nearby.

Backwards ol’ hillbilly, Happy livin’ wild and free.

Just me, the creek,

my trotline, And the ghosts inside the trees.

Yeah, me, my dog,

my whiskey, One old porch and memories… If you hear that whoop

at midnight… Don’t come lookin’

for me.