[ Featuring Yeager ]
Well these dirt farm boys are only good for raising hell
And these goddamn chores ain't ever gonna do themselves
Heard they snuck out and made off with Old Lawsons 'shine
Made a quarter on the gallon, ain't no way they are no sons of mine
Hard to see what makes this depression so great
And folks like us never seem to matter to the state
But we take care of our own, sit tight and hunt our game
Thank jesus and the saints for that boy's impeccable aim
But deep down I can't help but wonder
What we gain from all our toil?
Who's keeping track of broken backs and early heart attacks?
One day those rascals over yonder
Might break free of West Virginia soil
These little animals of mine
I'll tell ya I can never figure out what's on his little mind
Heard him talking in his sleep 'bout some goddamn thin white line
He's gonna get a good lickin', yeah he knows he ain't allowed
To forget about the work and keep his head up there stuck in the clouds
But deep down I can't help but wonder
What gain from all our toil?
Who's keeping track of broken backs and early heart attacks?
One day those rascals over yonder
Might break free of West Virginia soil
These little animals of mine
