Who Shot John Songtext
von Sam Morrison Band

Bootlegger, moonshiner
Call me what you will
It′s hard to make a living
Way up in the hills

An Old Family Recipe
Grandaddy taught to me
It gets us thru the hard times
Ya know it's Tax-free

Cause there′s
Lots of thirsty people
Past the Mason Dixon Line
With pockets full of money
But they ain't got no shine

We call it
Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Got a Hundred fifty gallons of
Who Shot John


Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Now I'm Headed for Chicago with
Who Shot John

Corn liquor works quicker
Than you think it would
A little bit will do ya
A lot will do ya good

Man′s gotta do what a
Man′s gotta do
Lots of easy money
Making homemade brew

Cause there's
Lots of thirsty people
Past the Mason Dixon Line
Pockets full of money
But they ain′t got no shine

We call it
Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Got a Hundred fifty gallons of
Who Shot John


Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Now I'm off to Cincinnati with
Who Shot John

One step ahead
Of the Lawman
There′s one thing he don't know
What keeps one man from another
Is just how far
That Man
Is willing to go

Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Got a Hundred fifty gallons of
Who Shot John

Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Now I′m Headed for Chicago

Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Got a Hundred fifty gallons of
Who Shot John

Who Shot John, Who Shot John
Now I'm off to Cincinnati with
Who Shot John