Hill Cat Shuffle - Johnny Crashed

There’s a place that I go to where the hippies and the locals have a ball
Where the little baby deadheads and the beer drinking rednecks learn to crawl
Where the party liners tell you that the man upon the stage he calls the shots
But look behind the curtain and you’ll see where the wood begins to rot

It’s a small farm in the country where the townsfolk used to ski back in the day
Now passed on to the pill heads and the drunken topless women for three days
Where the flower power lady smiles, knits her list, while trying to steal your pot
Where the sex offender waves at you then fucks your teenage daughter when she drops

Well there’s one thing I know when the fever takes a hold
It’s god’s green love gone bad
I’m telling you my son if dishonor was a badge
It’s proudly worn by every hill cat

So tell your friends it’s harvest time, pack your bags and head up to the hill
Pick up a quarter pound of weed, snort a line, and maybe try a pill
Say hello to Harry, lock up all your daughters, try and hide your cash
And if you see a hill cat tell ‘em Johnny Crashed said kindly “Kiss My Ass”