Lyrics:

Backwoods Gold lyricsmoonshine gamesBut the taste is gonna be the same/Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'I
wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'Hotrods to
hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me back home/where ole' Mary Jane's growin'A little sign
out frontReads dinner, pool, and lunchBut that card
in his hatWill tell you what's flowin' out the back/Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'/I wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'Hotrods to
hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me back home/where ole' Mary Jane's growin'Old men
laughin'While the whittle away their past'The law
think they knowBut the bootleg man he gets the last laugh/Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'/I wanna goWhere that hill-tea is flowin'/Hotrods to hellAnd the angels are rollin'Take me
back homehere ole' Mary Jane's growin'