Brent Cobb is up there with Tyler Childers and Colter Wall as far as I'm concerned. So much talent in this new group of real country

This has entered Copperhead Road territory. Well done sir. Tip of the cap

Sunsets on the lake, jack and coke and a few Brent Cobb songs. Closest you'll be to heaven this side of hell.

Man, I know this is an older song, but it’s just such a jam!

I like how real this music is. So many good artists not getting the play by the powers that be. It never ceases to amaze me the creepers that come around and thumbs down great music. They show a lack of intelligence.

Brings back good memories with me and poppa, 3 miles in the kudzu and 3 miles out, carrying corn on my shoulders but that sweet fire water was always worth it

This is a badass song! It's up there with my top favorites now.

Sitting on my lanai in Honolulu Hi enjoying this fine music. Keep on trucking brother

East TENNESSEE in da hooouuse!!!🙋🏾‍♀️😍👏🏿👏🏿👐🏿🧡🖤

I could 100% hear this as a tv theme song or something. So exceptional

this is the most genuine person in country music today..

A possible true story turned into song. There are 100s of old moonshine stories from 3+ generations. Moonshine stories range between funny to sad, from poor to rich and from new love all the way to death. If we could all put music to it like this guy we would have it made. I've never heard a moonshine song I didnt like.❤great job

I can’t believe I haven’t discovered you sooner... goosebump great! 👌🏿💗

Can't wait to see this man live! Literally not a day goes by that I don't listen to Brent Cobb!

Reminds me of goin back to the barn on the ol plot with my pap and runnin the ol copper tower. When that worm got to drippin it’d be both bliss and pure fear. Nothin beats that feeling to this day.

He's even better in person, and he's exceptional on here!

I love everything about this song forever your voice is awesome ❣💯❤🎸

Well my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were twenty feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines

Real country

Dam this is a bad ass real country song good work brother

This guy is one helluva musician.

I absolutely love this song!

Fantastic song writing and awesome delivery.

If you didn't thumbs up you might be a fed.

outlaw status.

Making some bad ass music.. Good stuff!

Amazing stuff, song writing is pure brilliance 👍👌👏👏

This track is so fucking hard.

This is an awesome song

Great song one of the best

Saw Brent Cobb on Tour with Miranda on UTUBE Amazing Talent 🔥🎶🔥🎼🔥🎵🔥⭐️🇺🇸⭐️🇺🇸👏👍💙

just got thrown out of a saloon window from listening to this.

So good 😍

Spotify just played me Black Creek and now I need to hear more from this guy

Wish this was still on Apple Music

I love this song I listen to this ever day

Hell yes I'm a fan, great cut man

Good stuff right there!! Keep em coming!!

Really dig this sound !!!

Excellent album....you certainly have no shortage of personality 👌

who is here n 2024

This is gold $$$

There’s a creek in the woods behind our house, and out there I found a shovel, then when setting some traps, another, then when chopping wood, another! I found a few suspicious holes out there, and the creek at one part had 7-10 feet bluffs, looking man made, odd huh. Reminds me of this song.

Awesome song, great story.

Yes sir!

Saw you last night in Southaven Ms, you are awesome!! Really enjoyed your music very much!! Wish you continued Success and would like to see you live again.

very much like copperhead road, it was told my grandfather and my hubbys did this long time ago

Well played sir. 'alo from Australia

I listen to this in the hood!!

Amazing

Good hym.

Badass song

Please come back to L.A. or Bakersfield area, I hate i missed you at the Troubador a few years ago.

❤

Would love to see you down here in daytona. Come down for bikeweek. If we're not all ronaville lol. My family is from salyersville ky.

Hell yeah dam right man

Fuck yeah keep em coming brent cobb! Love this

Bestes Lied von Dir Brent.

für immer im gully verschwunden Herr Jochen Hirsch.

This is something Rust Cohle would listen to!

Well, my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were 20-feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well, we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well, my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money, you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well, the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well, years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well, he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines

I wish this was 2 hours long

Working mans blues

Reminds me of my Daddy....

What’s the meaning of pump house in this song? Did he get caught because his water source for his shine’ was found or was it just a random pump house for sewage etc?

2022 AWESOME fucking music brother coming from east TEXAS keep it up

Can’t me play in my back yard!

Franklin County submarine station one , Virginia

cool

For the algorithm

My kin was in the business -

Dam good song to sherman mote my daddy

Waylon? Is that you??

Sounds alot like Betts

I’m also drunk

Nooo

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Making some bad ass music.. Good stuff!

Well my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were twenty feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines

Well, my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were 20-feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well, we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well, my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money, you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well, the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well, years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well, he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines

Well, my granddaddy was a good man No matter what the papers say He worked 'til he bled for everything he had Brought us up to do the same One afternoon in June They had us workin' just like a couple mules My cousin and me were 20-feet deep And covered in red mud clay Well, we ran pipe from the creek bed Through the woods to the old grey shack It was worth the trouble to work them shovels For granddaddy's sour mash stash All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret We all swore to keep Well, my granddaddy knew what the law would do If they ever come snoopin' 'round back Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Without money, you can't buy nothin' And nothin' is a damned ol' shame When you're in the hole You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain Well, the hills were filled with the smell of cash Cookin' in the copper still Everybody knew where they get their brew And that made our family name Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines Well, years and laws passed by They couldn't keep the county dry One night, the sheriff went to lookin' For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine Well, he called the press And he brought his best to tear our old shack down But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed For the shack was a pump house Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines It was down in the gulley Where the creek is high Lord, I'm down in the gulley Where only the moon shines