[Verse 1]
I'm in Boone County turn the lights off
Lower Broadway up in my loft
Pines and Blue Ridge love a good jug
I like my whiskey with a little more musk

[Verse 2]
I like a good fiddle with my dubstep
Old soul I was born in a dolibet
And I ain't met a holler I don't haunt I don't love
And I ain't met a creek I wanna fly
Wanna fly
Wanna
And I ain't met a holler I don't haunt I don't love
I ain't met a creek I don't love

[Chorus]
She loves a banjo rave
Under Appalachian stars
She loves fiddle drums guitars
And she loves the way
I make the sweat roll down her face
And her neck and the bass trained up in bars
'Cause she loves a banjo rave

[Verse 3]
Watermill nine

[Verse 4]
I'm electric barbecue
I make fortune cookies
Born in the South soaking up the dew
The best of both worlds like Robin Williams
Don't get too close to your helium
One bag of sit for all and a too much
A night's a day's not enough
Dance like nobody's washing pasta

[Chorus]
She loves a banjo rave
Under Appalachian stars
She loves fiddle drums guitars
And she loves the way
I make the sweat roll down her face
And her neck and the bass trained up in bars
'Cause she loves a banjo rave
She loves skies
She loves skies
She loves skies