Listen up now; we grew up
In Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee
Never locked the church door
Didn’t even have us a key
Evil never came ‘round
Even on a cloudy day
It was Mama’s bottle tree
That kept bad spirits away
Mountain folks stained glass window
That the sun shines right through
Bottles of green and yellow
And some are cobalt blue
No-good spirits, you got a place to go
An’ these haint blue bottle’ll do
Troubles to your shadow show
Mama’s bottle tree’ll protect you
Cast a spell upon that tree
It’s dead there in the ground
Wind‘ll rustle it a lil bit
Haints are makin a singing sound
They’ll spend the night, captured
Inside that dewy vault
Morning sun will burn them away
Wishin they’ld never been caught
Mountain folks stained glass window
That the sun shines right through
Bottles of green and yellow
And some are cobalt blue
No-good spirits, you got a place to go
An’ these haint blue bottle’ll do
Troubles to your shadow show
Mama’s bottle tree’ll protect you
Don’t you come bringin’ troubles
Around these smoky woods
I can tell you it’s a waste of time
To do anything but good
Get on down the road a ways
If you gotta need to bring harm
Once the darkness falls
Them bottles got encircling charm
Mountain folks stained glass window
That the sun shines right through
Bottles of green and yellow
And some are cobalt blue
No-good spirits, you got a place to go
An’ these haint blue bottle’ll do
Troubles to your shadow show
Mama’s bottle tree’ll protect you