MOONSHINE SONG


I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees. 
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease. 
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa. 
It didn't bother my mother, 'cus we kept him in a jar. 

I ain't got no moonshine, I ain't got no wife. 
Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life. 
Since I was a young boy, travelled far from home. 
Oh Lord don't let me die on my own. 

I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee. 
There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me. 
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig. 
Got raped in the showers by Mr Big. 

Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain. 
And my eyes are getting bad, I didn't see that train. 
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots. 
But it's two drunk Indians, and they've stole my boots. 

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