Lyrics:

Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods
Where I'm from, the hills have eyes
The rivers have secrets, and that's no lie
The midnight train leaves a thick black smoke
The phantoms of hell chase the burning coal
Through a cattle field with dead willow trees
Silver war coins, and the soul so deep
Two-hundred-year-old names carved deep in a tree
Probably in another realm watching me
Watching me, mm
Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods
Barbwire tattooed on my skin
No trespassing on the way I live
These hands will drown your evil hiss
Take you to a spot nobody's seen in 20 years
25, 30 years plus
Junkyards with trucks eat up with rust
A big bellied man that talks real slow
With a bunch of empty land and a couple backhoe
And maybe I'm out of my mind (my mind)
Or maybe I'm sane and not blind
Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
Rattlin' chains diamond plate
Knee-deep in mud, I can't get away
These ghostly hills, the winding road
The crosses on the trees from the ones in the dirt
Confederate flags painted on a pole
Ripped up jeans and a can of skoal
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Don't tell me that I don't know the woods
Oh whoa, that I don't know the woods