Carolina Moonshiner Songtext
von Porter Wagoner

On yonder side of the Smoky Mountains
Hidden away, in the Carolina hills
Guarded by the trees and the weeds and the bushes
Buford Ellis, runs a moonshine still

Buford Ellis, is the kind of feller
That don′t care a bit, if he's a breakin′ the law
The fact that whiskey, making ain't legal
Don't seem to bother old Buford at all

′Cause, he′s a, Carolina moonshiner
Makin that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
A Carolina moonshiner
If the law don′t get him, then the moonshine will


Buford's got a wife and 11 children
People say, they ain′t nothin' but trash
′Cause, their daddy makes their living
Cookin' and a cannin', that carolina mash

Old bootleggin′ Buford, is a low down drunkard
A no good moonshiner′s, all that he is
That's what most folks say, about him
At least he′s a feedin', his wife and kids

And he′s a Carolina moonshiner
A makin' that moonshine, drinkin′ his fill
Carolina moonshiner
If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will

And he's a Carolina moonshiner
Makin′ that moonshine, drinkin′ his fill
Carolina moonshiner
If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will