Hillbilly

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They say lumberjack men are a dying breed
He's a bonafide smoking machine
Cut his smokes in half instead of balancing a hatchet on his head
He felt much prettier then

He's the apple of your eye
Don't make him hold his breath
In the house up on the hill
Where his mother be

Like a bat out of hell
He'll run
Like a bat out of hell

There's a coon man sleeping on the back porch steps he's the son of my grandma
Met a lady in a hill in a tent they were dancing with the schnapps
She went loony, split the town, and painted his heart red
Left his wallet in Cement City should of left the booze instead.

He's the apple of your eye
Don't make him hold his breath
In the house up on the hill
Where his mother be

Like a bat out of hell
He'll run
Like a bat out of hell

Strong as an ox, he had him coffee maker lungs
They called him Billy Badass, he was numb to his thumbs
Two daughters, two bobcats, and the third wife he got
She'd be the death of him

He's the apple of your eye
Don't make him hold his breath
In the house up on the hill
Where his mother be

Like a bat out of hell
He'll run
Like a bat out of hell

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from Welcome to Nowhere (EP), released April 3, 2013

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Leadpan Ypsilanti, Michigan

Band members Malachi Riddle, Eli Stevick, Dave Rochotte, and Dakota Garcia are all originally from Lenawee County Michigan. We met up later in Ypsilanti where we began writing and recording music in the fall of 2012. Having a band full of song writers we are able to incorporate a broad range of genres to create our garage-blues sound. ... more

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