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Moonshine, moonshine

The sour mash is doing fine

 I feel like I’m doing time

In this country shack of mine, oh mine, oh mine

Sunshine, sunshine

Found a cloud to hide behind

Baby’s gone and I don’t mind

Pour myself a glass of homemade wine

There’s a bottle on the floor

I don’t think it was there before

Baby, she don’t clean no more

 I think she’s tired of being poor

Shiny cars and fancy clothes

Where they come from I don’t 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 baby’s 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

Baby’s crossed the county line

I need something to ease my weary mind

To ease my weary mind, to ease my weary mind