"Holy Water" lyrics

Down on possum creek the tensions high
'Cause the chopper's flying fairly low
And underneath the canopy
Where the whiskey burns and the marijuana grows
I can hear the sounds of the bloodhounds
Echoing down that slate rock road
But the sheriff won't find no redemption
Down here in this holy water

It was a warm summer night, I left with the whip-poor-wills
I kissed my woman goodbye then I headed out to the still
That Maglite lit the path right through the back of the field
I'll be there long enough to make enough money for bills
I cooked a batch off, had a sip then sat next to that copper
Just breathing in that night air, forgetting all my problems
That's when I heard them sounds coming down that holler

Shots ring out like church bells ringing
Screams let out like the choir singing
Blood runs cold in the land of my father's father
If you come around here and you're doing wrong
You better believe you're as good as gone
So run and tell your sons and daughters
You'll find hell in this holy water

I ran back up the path towards them screams and squeals
I didn't know who they were but they didn't know I was here
I cut my Maglite off, walked to the porch, pulled my steel
This is my house and I got more than time to kill (that's right)
I looked through the window, seen Becky tied up with that rope
That's when they heard them sounds and smelled the smoke

Yeah, I sank that whiskey barrel and them bones don't float, singing
Yeah, I sank that whiskey whiskey whiskey barrel and them bones don't

Shots ring out like church bells ringing
Screams let out like the choir singing
Blood runs cold in the land of my father's father
If you come around here and you're doing wrong
You better believe you're as good as gone
So run and tell your sons and daughters
You'll find hell in this holy water
You'll find hell in this holy water

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Down on possum creek the tensions high
'Cause the chopper's flying fairly low
Brother, you won't find redemption
Down here in this holy water