Pray that you can see me coming down
From the side of the mountain, on the way to pay our bills
There's enough corn liquor here to drown
And it's pouring like a fountain from the barrels to the stills
Say you picked them jars up from the store
After we spin the profit, we'll be heading back for more
And I can't stand the comments or the blatant stares no more
That come bleeding out the traffic at the old general store
We should think to get another cow
You could churn the milk to butter, I don't mind to show you how
Next year we could double up our yield
Hook that bison to the plow, see there's a spot up on the field
We should make some watermelon wine
It might take some trial and error girl, but all we got is time
And nothing could taste sweeter than a drink from our own vine
Pray that you can see me coming down
Pray that you can see me coming down
Pray that you can see me coming down
Pray that you can see me coming down