Moonshiner

I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years

I spent all my money on whiskey and beers

I go to some hollow and put up my stilt

I'll make you one gallon for two dollar bill

I go to some grocery and drink with my friends

No women to follow to see what I spent

God bless those women I wish they were mine

Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine

I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry

If moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die

God bless those moonshiners, I wish they were mine

Their breath smells as sweet as the good ol' moonshine

I might go to heaven, I might go to hell

Till I meet my maker don't know where I'll [Incomprehensible]

It feels like stirred whiskey, I'll live in the sky

High upon the mountain with some sweet moonshine