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Moonshine Mile |
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When I was
a young boy
My daddy said to me
“Let’s walk down that old creek
trail
There’s something I want you to
see”
Then he handed me a Mason jar
And showed me a still
Said, “This is what your people
do;
This is what they always will”
“So you better learn to walk
that moonshine mile”
I think we might be here a
while.
He started up the fire
He mixed the mash and the rye
And he told me stories
Of days long gone by
He said, “Our blood’s been
making shine
As long as there’s been hills.”
“The story of our family is
In every drop you spill.”
“So you better learn to walk
that moonshine mile”
I think we might be here a
while.
Solo
“Think it’s time to walk that
moonshine mile”
“Let’s stumble home in style.”
Solo
“Think it’s time to walk that
moonshine mile”
“Let’s stumble home in style.”
As we came out of the woods
He said, “Now don’t you tell no
one.”
“You don’t wanna be holding the
jar
If the lawman comes.”
“Some call it the devil’s drink;
They’ll tell you it’s no good.”
But you’ve got a taste for it,
son;
And I always knew you would.”
Once you learn to walk that
moonshine mile
Make a man from a child
Rolling down that moonshine mile
White lightning flowing all the
while
Rolling down that moonshine mile
With a stagger and a smile
Solo
Rolling down that moonshine mile
White lightning flowing all the
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