Lyrics:

You wanna get your eyes knocked out,
You wanna get your fill
You wanna get your head shot off,
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey

My daddy made corn whiskey
up on Kirby Hill
Just like his dad before him i
n an old pot bellied still.
He never took to strangers
headin' up that way
When he heard 'em talk about it
this is what he'd say...

You wanna get your eyes knocked out,
You wanna get your fill
You wanna get your head shot off,
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey

One night some revenuers
thought they'd take the old man down
They asked about the way
up Kirby Hill all over town.
They headed up the mountain
around about half past ten
Reckon now it's safe to say
we ain't never seen them again. Yeah.

You wanna get your eyes knocked out,
You wanna get your fill
You wanna get your head shot off,
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey

Great Grandaddy used to talk
'bout the war 'tween the governments
Back when old Jeff Davis and
Abe Lincoln was the Presidents
He watched the Armies marchin' up,
he watched 'em both march by
No Army never took his still,
no Army dared to try.

You wanna get your eyes knocked out,
You wanna get your fill
You wanna get your head shot off,
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey

Lately up on Kirby Hill,
I been plantin' seeds of my own
Lord them fetch a pretty price
when they're good and grown.
I seen them helicoptors
sent by the DEA
If they value life like I do my buds
they'll stay the hell away...Hey

You wanna get your eyes knocked out,
You wanna get your fill
You wanna get your head shot off,
Just climb up Kirby Hill... Hey