(Fast-paced, driving driving acoustic guitar roll with a foot-stomping bucket-drum beat)

Another moonshine night on the Tennessee border

Drinking it up like it's just plain water

The troopers ain't yet got their orders

They're searchin' for something I got in my pocket

It keeps me floatin' and off the courthouse dock it

There's just one thing they can't understand

how we turn a few red necks to a blue grass band

You think it might be a potion or it might be magic

But I'm a son of God

And; I got it; honest...

(Upbeat, explosive, full band joins in with vocal harmony)

That's just the way it goes

If you got the gift

Then the good Lord knows

It's a two-for-one

An unexplainable buzz

Just say a prayer and give it to the man above

(Rhythm drops into a fun, bouncing bucket-percussion groove)

I've got three real sisters and four first cousins

All strummin' on the banjo and beatin' on the buckets

The whole town comes to see our show

They all ask me how we put it together; So...

(Build-up in intensity, fast and driving)

Well

I take it all serious

Not at all funny

She calls me dear; and I call her "honey."

No smoke and mirrors

No one's behind curtains...

It sounds too good to be true

And of this; I'm certain

(Full energy, maximum volume, crowd-pleasing finale)

That's just the way it goes

If you got the gift

Then the good Lord knows

It's a two-for-one

An unexplainable buzz

Just say a prayer and give it to the man above

(Music starts to strip back down to just the nylon-stringed acoustic guitar and vocals.)

Say a prayer to the man above

Yeah; to the man above...

(Final big nylon-stringed acoustic guitar twang, heavy foot stomp)