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 k** 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...
It feels like stirred whiskey, I'll live in the sky
High upon the mountain with some sweet moonshine