Standard (EADGBE)
Up on Cinnamon Hill they made jug wine
Sweeter from the peaches that he grew up in the 89 summertime
Oh in the winter when the county's dry, ain't nothing left to do
but find some peace of mind with that old-time brandy by the jar
Sister kept the paddle for the still up on the backyard fence
60 gallon wooden barrel filled with the ingredients
A little sugar, bucket of rye, and colored with the caramel and me oh my
Got the best damn rotgut liquor on the better side of county line
Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
Goin' up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
I do believe I'm going back again
For that old white lightning, 95 sweeter than sin I mean
95 sweeter than sin
Mary kept the mailman merry for a dollar and a quarter
People come a runnin all the way up from the Carolina border
Even Old Man Wiloughby and Governor Jones got another order
Of that old white lightning by the jar
Gotta hit the big mine baby when the moon shines on the ground
Keep it from the do-gooders sickin' their nose in and standin' around
Old hound dog he don't lie, when he comes around barking better bury the rye
And we'll keep on making that old white lightning 'til the morning time
Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
Goin' up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
I do believe I'm going back again
For that old white lightning 95 did it again
I mean 95 did it again
Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
Goin up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
I do believe I've gotten drunk again
For that old white lightning 95 did it again I swear
95 did it again I mean
95 did it again