I've been a moonshiner,
for seventeen long years,
I've spent all my money,
on whiskey and beers,
I go to some hollow and put my still,
I'll make you one gallon for two dollar beer.
I go to some grocery
and drink with my friends,
No women to follow,
To see what I spend,
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 kill me,
I'll live 'til 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,
'til I meet my maker
don't know where I'll dwell.
If he likes jug whiskey I'll live in the sky
upon the mountain
with some sweet moonshine.