I need a moment just to slow things down,
Feels like my life seems to blow right by,
I could wait on the world to stop its turnin',
Or I could I just take a drive,
Cross that Lincoln County line,
Top of Halls Gap into Ottenheim,
Where the moonshine drinks like water,
And the air is sweet as wine,
Time moves a little slower,
In those grassy fields of blue,
Cross that Lincoln County line,
I'm comin' home to you,
Head off of 40 onto 65,
Wait for the static on the radio,
Hang right to exit on the parkway drive,
Bout a hundred miles left to go,
Till I cross that Lincoln County line,
Top of Halls Gap into Ottenheim,
Where the moonshine drinks like water,
And the air's as sweet as wine,
Time moves a little slower,
And your mind can rid the blues,
Cross that Lincoln County line,
I'm comin' home,
Comin' home to you,
If I could only stay I know,
I'd plant a tree and watch it grow,
But livin' out there on the run,
Keeps me on this lonely road,
But one of these dayS I'll slow it down,
Plant both feet there on the ground,
Till they carve my name in stone,
And lay me down,
Cross that Lincoln County line,
Top of halls gap into Ottenheim,
Where the moonshine drinks like water,
And the air is sweet as wine,
Where time moves a little slower,
In those grassy fields of blue,
Cross that Lincoln County line,
N.C.