Dollarhide
Lee Dollarhide, lived back in Butcher Holler
Chicken Thief, Moonshine man, just trying to earn a dollar
Coal mines make your lungs turn black, and leaving ain't no point
Running shine for a nickel a day seemed like the only choice

The hollers got three choices
He'd say it all the time
Coal mine, moon shine or move it on down the line

Times were tough and the still went dry, no money for supplies
So he snuck across the greasy creek where the stills were running fine
Revenuers will see you when the moonlight hits the still
but stealing shine in the holler, will sure enough get you killed

The hollers got three choices
He'd say it all the time
Coal mine, moon shine or move it on down the line

The next run out to greasy creek, red handed Lee was caught
The boys that owned that holler still shot him without a thought
In a pine box in Kentucky dust Lee Dollarhide was laid
Holler life ain't easy, but Lee was there to stay

The hollers got three choices
He'd say it all the time
Coal mine, moon shine or move it on down the line