Slipped on my Red Wings, like I've done so many times

notion fell upon me, to cross that county line



Sweetwater cornfields, you got your Hillbilly Wine

freedom fell upon me, for the very first time



Silo is empty and the well runs dry

I've got to back go back, one last time

You see I 'm headed for some of your wine

I'm headed on down for a taste of your Hillbilly Wine



Well a halo sits above, those that do good

Just a simple little token, for doin' as we should



There'll be times, when we turn from the truth

a little Hillbilly Wine, will take me back to my roots



El Destino functions, in the strangest of ways

well the future holds the promise, but do we forget about today



There's a long dirt road, where my travels soon begin

I'm gonna slip on my Red Wings, and fly like the wind