I been a moonshiner, for seventeen long years, And I spent all my money on whiskey and beers, I go to some hollow and sit at my still, if that whiskey don't kill me I don't know what will.
I go to some bar room and drink with all my friends, Where the women they can't follow and see what I'll spend. God bless them pretty women I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine.
Give me food when I am hungry and drink when I am dry, A dollar when I'm hard up and religion when I die.