Capo: 2nd fret

[Intro]
C   Em   C   Em
 
 
[Verse 1]
   C
Up in the hills
                                       Em
Where coppers don't crack down on them copper steels
                                C
We're makin' trap door tax-free dollar bills
C
Up in the highway biz
Em
Not his way to make a living
C                                           Em
Six-shot heavy metal hangin' from a holster
           C                                            Em N.C.
In case we run into them boys from the county line over
 
 
[Chorus]
C                                  D
Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
        Em
You can feel that thunder in your bones
D       C                               D
Rippin' hot rod runners under moonlight cover
             Em
There's some back glass gunners on the road
          C                               D
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Em                                 D
Make your love where thе bees make honey
C                                      D
Way on the cuts, whеre you're born and raised
          Em                               D
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way
     C
Down yonder, way down
          D       Em
Way down, way down
Em
Way down yonder
 
 
[Verse 2]
    C
You can't fold
                                     Em
A bunch of bootleg birdies and their bad boys
                                C
On some outpost wanted for some polaroids
                               Em
Sayin', "Dead or alive," goin' eighty-five
 
 
[Chorus]
C                                  D
Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
        Em
You can feel that thunder in your bones
D       C                               D
Rippin' hot rod runners under moonlight cover
             Em
There's some back glass gunners on the road
          C                               D
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Em                                 D
Make your love where thе bees make honey
C                                      D
Way on the cuts, whеre you're born and raised
          Em                               D
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way
     C
Down yonder, way down
          D       Em
Way down, way down
         D      C
Way down yonder
          D       Em
Way down, way down, way down
Em
Way down yonder
 
 
[Guitar Solo]
C   D Em   C   D Em
 
 
[Bridge]
    C                                    D    Em
And somewhere between the hooch and hell raisin'
N.C.
Y'all need savin'
 
 
[Chorus]
C                                  D
Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
        Em
You can feel that thunder in your bones
D       C                               D
Rippin' hot rod runners under moonlight cover
             Em
There's some back glass gunners on the road
          C                               D
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Em                                 D
Make your love where thе bees make honey
C                                      D
Way on the cuts, whеre you're born and raised
          Em                               D
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way
     C
Down yonder, way down
D       Em
Way down, way down
               C
Way down yonder
          D       Em
Way down, way down, way down
               C
Way down yonder
 
 
[Outro]
C   D Em                C   D Em
         Way down yonder
         D     C   D Em   C   D Em
Way down yonder
              Up in the hills
Where coppers don't crack down on them copper steels
We're makin' trap door tax free dollar bills
Up in the highway biz
An honest way to make a living
Six shot heavy metal hangin' from a holster
In case we run into them boys from the county line over

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' high pride runners under moonlight cover
There's some backglass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
Way on the cuts, where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way

Down yonder, way down
Way down, way down
Way down yonder

You can't fold
A bunch of bootleg birdies and their bandit boys
On some outpost wanted for some polaroids
Sayin', "Dead or alive, " goin' eighty-five

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' high pride runners under moonlight cover
There's some backglass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
Way on the cuts, where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way

Down yonder, way down
Way down, way down
Way down yonder
Way down, way down, way down
Way down yonder

And somewhere between the hooves and hellraisin'
We all need savin'

Way down yonder, where the outlaws wander
You can feel that thunder in your bones
Rippin' high pride runners under moonlight cover
Some backglass gunners on the road
Where you buy your bud with the moonshine money
Make your love where the bees make honey
Way in the cuts, where you're born and raised
Man, it's in your blood, we were born this way

Down yonder, way down
Way down, way down
Way down yonder
Way down, way down, way down
Way down yonder

Way down yonder
Way down yonder              
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