THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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I've been a moonshiner for many a long year I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer I'll go up some dark holler, I'll set up my still I'll still you one gallon for a two dollar bill Now it's meat when I'm hungry, corn liquor when I'm dry, It's greenbacks when I'm hard-up, and religion when I die. God bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine Oh, their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine. I'll go to some hollow in this country, Ten gallons of moonshine, I can go on a spree. No women to follow, the world is all mine, And I love none so well as I love the moonshine. Purty women, purty women, don't trouble my mind, If the whiskey don't kill me I'll live a long time. I'd rather be single with no trouble on my mind Than to marry and worry with trouble all the time. I've been a moonshiner, ever since the day I was born I've drunk up all of my money and stilled up all of my corn. I'll go up some dark hollow and put up a moonshine still And I'll make you one gallon for a five dolla' bill. I'll go up some dark hollow and get you some booze If the revenuers don't get me, no money will I lose. Come now, all ye moonshiners, and stand all in a row You look so sad and lonesome, lonesome, yes, I know. Oh, moonshine, dear moonshine, Oh, how I love thee. You killed many men, but you are good by me. Now the whole world's a bottle, and a man just sips from it. And when a bottle gets empty, it ain't worth shit. |
Thanks Droopy! |
I'm going to ignore the copyright issues, and the paper I'm supposed to be writing about copyright issues, for the time being. |
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