Blood Feud (Short Film)

I'm sure you've heard the story of the Hatfields and McCoys. The most famous family blood feud in history. Down here in Dixie we got a blood feud of our own, between the Cochrans and the Pruitts. And ever since these boys came back home from fighting at the battle of Shiloh, they’ve been at each other's throats for everything from fence posts to moonshine. You know, the damned thing about being born into a family blood feud is that nobody really knows how it all started or why it’s still going on. Hell, I was kind of hoping we'd be the generation to end it all. And in a way, maybe we will.. Connect with Muscadine Bloodline: Instagram:   / muscadinebline   Facebook:   / muscadinebloodline   Twitter:   / muscadinebline   TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRMGKyND/ Part I: "Knife to a Gunfight" Writers: Gary Stanton, Ryan Youmans Lyrics: Round here ya name holds weight It don't take much of nothing to run yours in the ground There's a big ol’ difference between the meaning of Calling ‘em up and calling ‘em out No you don't dare the dog to break the chain Unless you done lost your mind No you don't wanna end up six feet down Around where the well run dry If you think you got the grit to go and get some Well son you gotta toe that line And heed my advice and don't bring a knife to a gunfight Round here we don't take lip We tend to flip on a switch if you get to running your mouth Better back it up ‘cause you don't then won't mean a thing When things get to heading south, yeah it’s heading south No you don't dare the dog to break the chain Unless you done lost your mind No you don't wanna end up six feet down Around where the well run dry If you think you got the grit to go and get some Well son you gotta toe that line And heed my advice and don't bring a knife to a gunfight Round here respect is earned So don't burn down a bridge that ain't worth burning down No you don't dare the dog to break the chain Unless you done lost your mind No you don't wanna end up six feet down Around where the well run dry If you think you got the grit to go and get some Well son you gotta toe that line And heed my advice and don't bring a knife to a gunfight -- Part II: "Shootout in Saraland" Writers: Gary Stanton Lyrics: You don't know that half of it You don't know the lineage The shades of gray that sit between the things you think are black and white It's outta sight outta mind The law might state but the law man might look over Where the pace of life is slower Well plain as day ain't plain and simple Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk I'd rather be off bream bed fishing stead a Racking shells and hell comes to getting Killing time instead of the killing Over land and last names of women Take what you can it ain't what the giving Lord I ain't living right But pray the lord my soul to keep and takeaway if I should die tonight Well them boys way down in Dixie they don't pity no fool They tend to go looking for trouble And they don't play by the rules There's been a shootout in Saraland Adding fuel to the fire we gotta couple families feuding over fence post and wire It's been a stirring and stewing For a couple hundred years now Post dates that civil war surrender at the Appomattox Court House Couple of ‘em ol’ Johnny rebels had to come home to settle down They fought on the same side at Shiloh but they’re enemies now