A few years back we had some trouble
One of the boys got out of hand
He killed a cop down on their bridge there
Protecting his living and his land
It had to do with homemade whiskey
It had to do with family pride
But no one stood to point the finger
Up here we take each other's side
We do thing different
Here up Squabble Creek
We got our own laws and we keep 'em
Don't need no county boys to
Help us keep the peace
We'll let you know when we need 'em
Now there are differences among us
Holler folk come in two kinds
Those who stay away from liquor
And those who drink until they're blind
The Christian folk pray hard on Sunday
And pride themselves on their pure lives
But all us folks here in this holler
Gotta work like hell to feed our kids and wives
So when the Johnson's went to Hazard
To get a license to sell liquor in their store
We could not stand to lose the business
They found their dog dead
Poisoned on the floor.
Late last Spring the floods were heavy
Nellwyn's bridge got washed away
But all the boys this side the holler
Built a better one next day
And when the mountain caught on fire
No Hazard trucks came to our aid
We all took flour sacks and shovels
And we worked until it was contained.
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