I never knew I was poor
Until one day I went to the store

Until one day I slammed your door
As you scream and throw beer bottles at me

You can walk a long way on this one quiet corner path
Where I got my first kiss and my first ****

Them **** blankenship boys never do there chores
Them boys steal and grow *** in the woods
They talk our name in the barber stop

Them **** mountains are haunted
Through and ******* through
With the ghosts of a thousand indinas
Pulling your hair

It was a hot summer
And your mom wasn't home

Ladies and gentlemen
Here's the big show
About the old drunk *******
The tanned dark farmer
And his son plow a row

Straight rows long and deep rows
Full of cool black earth
I put my hand to the plough
When I was thirteen
And my dad got sick
Then that summer he died

The preacher came
But we were all still asleep
Cold milk bottles brought in from the doorstep

Summer is long and hot  night a devious witche's brew
Somewhere up the holler
Stop askin so many questions boy!
I told you these ******* mountains are haunted