I've been a moonshiner, ever since that I've been born I've drunk up all of my money and stilled up all of my corn. I'll go up some dark hollow and put up a moonshine still And I'll make you one gallon for a five dollo [sic] bill.
I'll go up some dark hollow and get you some booze If the revenues [sic] don't get me, no money will I lose. Come on, all you moonshiners, and stand all in a row You look so sad and lonesome, lonesome, yes, I know.
God bless them pretty women, I wish they all were mine Their breath smells so sweetly, like good old moonshine.