Killing a Sacred Hog Lyrics

White bread from the factory

We'll be killing a hog down in Tennessee

Moonshine headlights guiding me back to town

Goin' guns a' blazin' singin' hallelujah

Don't stop for cops

Just fly right through em'

We've got money to burn

Gonna shake your county down

We've got money to burn

Gonna shake your county down

I was a dog out in the wild

I heard the sounds of sin

Hangin' on the wind

I was a child standing the fire

I was lot inside the flames

Watching my body burn

But the heart grows heavy and old

Calling me back

But the bones grow tired and old

Calling me back to home