(Verse 1)
In a little cabin in Mooresville, down a quiet country road,
Lived a man of simple pleasures, in a place he called home.
He worked the Chillicothe Prison, kept the peace and did his time,
But in the woods of Ross County, he'd find peace of mind.

(Chorus)
He was a Jim Beam sippin' kind of guy, with a twinkle in his eye,
Knew every trail and every tree, where the white tails run high.
In the hills of Ohio, he found his place to be,
In a small cabin in Mooresville, that's where he felt free.

(Verse 2)
The autumn leaves would whisper, as he'd head out before the dawn,
With a hunter's patience, he'd wait till the deer come along.
With his rifle steady, he'd take in the sights and sounds,
In those quiet moments, that's where his heart was found.

(Chorus)
He was a Jim Beam sippin' kind of guy, with a twinkle in his eye,
Knew every trail and every tree, where the white tails run high.
In the hills of Ohio, he found his place to be,
In a small cabin in Mooresville, that's where he felt free.

(Bridge)
Now the cabin sits there empty, but his spirit's in the breeze,
In the rustling of the forest, in the whispering of the leaves.
Though he's gone from these hills, his memory lingers on,
In the heart of Ohio, his love will never be gone.

(Chorus)
He was a Jim Beam sippin' kind of guy, with a twinkle in his eye,
Knew every trail and every tree, where the white tails run high.
In the hills of Ohio, he found his place to be,
In a small cabin in Mooresville, that's where he felt free.

(Outro)
To my dad I do cherish, who knew the simple joys,
Of whiskey, woods, and white tails, like a country boy.
In that cabin in Mooresville, he left a legacy,
Of a life well-lived and loved, forever wild and free.