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Moonshine, moonshine
The sour mash is doing fine
I feel like Im doing time
In this country shack of mine, oh mine, oh mine
Sunshine, sunshine
Found a cloud to hide behind
Babys gone and I dont mind
Pour myself a glass of homemade wine
Theres a bottle on the floor
I dont think it was there before
Baby, she dont clean no more
I think shes tired of being poor
Shiny cars and fancy clothes
Where they come from I dont know
My baby thinks she needs them though
So she takes my money and off she goes
Sitting by a rusty still
Waiting for the thing to fill
And I gave my girl a dollar bill
Buy some flour from the mill, oh well
She come home
Moonshine, moonshine
What a way to spend your time
My babys crossed the county line
I need something to ease my weary mind
Sitting by my rusty still
Waiting for the thing to fill
And I gave my girl a dollar bill
Buy some flour from the mill, oh well
She come home
Moonshine, moonshine
What a way to spend your time
Babys crossed the county line
I need something to ease my weary mind
To ease my weary mind, to ease my weary mind