Moonshiner Songtext
von Dirk Powell

I have been a moonshiner
Ever since that I′ve been born
I drunk up all my money
And I stilled up all my corn

I'll go up some dark holler
And put up my moonshine still
I′ll make you one gallon
For a five dollar bill

I'll go up some dark holler
And get you some booze
If the revenuers don't get me
No money will I lose


That revenuer he tells me
He knows wrong from right
But there′s a seal across his bottle
And his money′s locked up tight

That reveneur don't own me
And I won′t pay his till
I'll spend my days moonshining
And I guess I always will

Come all you moonshiners
And stand all in a row
You look so sad and lonesome
Your lonesomeness I know

God bless them pretty women
I wish they all were mine
Their breathe smells sweetly
Like good old moonshine