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

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

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

Watermill nine

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

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