Headed up north where there is no law
As a matter of fact there's no people at all
Just you and me and a bright blue sky
A thousand square miles of places to hide
They might come looking we won't be found
Keep a round in the chamber and your damn head down
The backwoods where no one knows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
Copperheads and crows
Honey point the way and we can go there
Got a map to the middle of nowhere
We'll be out of town with the setting sun
With a bag full of money and a trunk full of guns
And now we're taillights and a cloud of dust
90 miles an hour in a bucket of rust
The weeds grow high the moonshine flows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
Mutiny at Midnight - Copperheads & Crows Lyrics
Mutiny at Midnight - Copperheads & Crows Lyrics
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Headed up north where there is no law
As a matter of fact there's no people at all
Just you and me and a bright blue sky
A thousand square miles of places to hide
They might come looking we won't be found
Keep a round in the chamber and your damn head down
The backwoods where no one knows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
Copperheads and crows
Honey point the way and we can go there
Got a map to the middle of nowhere
We'll be out of town with the setting sun
With a bag full of money and a trunk full of guns
And now we're taillights and a cloud of dust
90 miles an hour in a bucket of rust
The weeds grow high the moonshine flows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
As a matter of fact there's no people at all
Just you and me and a bright blue sky
A thousand square miles of places to hide
They might come looking we won't be found
Keep a round in the chamber and your damn head down
The backwoods where no one knows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
Copperheads and crows
Honey point the way and we can go there
Got a map to the middle of nowhere
We'll be out of town with the setting sun
With a bag full of money and a trunk full of guns
And now we're taillights and a cloud of dust
90 miles an hour in a bucket of rust
The weeds grow high the moonshine flows
Nothing out here but copperheads and crows
Writer: Shanon Weaver
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