"Oh Anna, 's there something you need?" She answered, "The stuff's not cheap it's true, But I like it!" My spirits can drive you to drink That Marshall, don't like what it makes you do So I hide it! Oh, in the dark of a backwoods night I blend my mash 'till the mix is nice Copper flash and a pilot fire How the pressure's buildin'! Up Black Mountain and back off the road Shielded lanterns, their steps were so discreet But I spied them! 12 gauge buckshot, smoke in a ring Rusty padlocks, they guard my boilin' wheat Quite nicely! Oh, how flashes light the sky Lead shot flies and their fumes ignite Bracelets snap and their fists do fly I feel them flat as they hit my sides I see their shapes in the red firelight But I can't stop or save it! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Anna!