Moonshine

There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.
I was born in a shack on a cotton ranch
In a little shanty by a railroad branch
Mama held me when she heard me cry
And the song of the still was my lullaby
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.
Polly comes walking like a county queen
Hair down low like a summer dream
Red dress high by the sweet scrub pine
Woman like that give me reason to shine
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.
Mama said daddy was a s.o.b
With the finest shine this side of Tennessee
16 days in a copper brew
Paid no tax since 1952
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.
Sheriff came by to see what I’d done
I grabbed my hat and I began to run
I started fast but I began to slow
Till they finally caught me down in Brownsboro.
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow,
In the floor of a barn with a river running through
There’s a still in a hole in a field by a willow
In the floor of a barn where they make a moonshine.