HOLLOW KING

Hoedown, hoedown, whatcha gonna do?

Run from the holler 'fore the dead come too

Watch out, watch out, walkin' through

You don't want a piece of me, I'll make you go boo-hoo

Hoedown, hoedown, whatcha gonna do?

Run from the holler 'fore the dead come too

I been up in these woods since before your daddy's name

Ain't a soul in this county that don't know my claim

Got the holler knockin' and the devil hollerin' loud

I don't answer to nobody, don't belong to no crowd

They said don't go past the treeline when the fog hangs low

I put the fog there, baby — that's my welcome show

Come on in if you're stupid, come on in if you're brave

Just know I'm the reason that the last one misbehaved

You can feel it in your chest now

You can feel it in your legs

Somethin' wicked's got its eye on you

And it don't take no begs

Hoedown in the hollow, devil's on the porch

Hit so filthy it's a four-alarm torch

Don't you try to bargain, don't you try to pray

I'm the king of this hollow and you're already my prey

Hoedown!

(Get low — stay low)

(Hollow don't let go)

(Too slow — I know)

You came in on your own, now you reap what you sow

I don't need a weapon, I just need the night

I don't need a reason 'cause I'm always right

Got a rebel in my throat and vengeance on my tongue

Every fool who crossed me left here less than young

They write songs 'bout places they ain't brave enough to go

I live in that place, boy, I put on the show

So bring your little friends and bring your little nerve

I'll be on the porch when y'all lose what you deserve

You can feel it in your chest now

You can feel it in your legs

Somethin' wicked's got its eye on you

And honey, it don't beg

Hoedown in the hollow, devil's on the porch

Hit so filthy it's a four-alarm torch

Don't you try to bargain, don't you try to pray

I'm the king of this hollow and you're already my prey

Hoedown!

Nobody comes to the hollow by accident

Nobody leaves the hollow by choice

You think you found your way in, little wanderer?

Nah, baby — I heard your voice

I always hear the voice

Hoedown in the hollow, devil's on the porch

Hit so filthy it's a four-alarm torch

Don't you try to bargain, don't you try to pray

I'm the king of this hollow and you're already my prey

Can't outrun it, can't outfox it, hollow's in your veins now

Hoedown!

Hoedown, hoedown, whatcha gonna do?

Run from the holler 'fore the dead come too

...too late, honey