| You can call me a hog-drunken swine
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| Because I like drinking wine
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| But I’m really not drunk all the time
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| I was sober when I made up this rhyme
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| There’s Moonshine in the mountains
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| And it’s going so cheap
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| So grab yourself a bucket
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| A still’s waters run deep
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| There’s an injun who married a squaw
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| 'Cause her feet, they were size twenty four
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| I’ll tell you what he marridged her for
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| When you help me get up from this floor
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| There’s Moonshine in the mountains
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| And it’s going so cheap
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| So grab yourself a bucket
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| A still’s waters run deep
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| Well the reason this redskin got wed
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| To his freak-footed bride, like I said
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| Has completely gone out of my head
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| Won’t you please pass that bottle instead
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| There’s Moonshine in the mountains
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| And it’s going so cheap
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| So grab yourself a bucket
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| A still’s waters run deep
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| I remember it much better now
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| It had something to do with a cow
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| She could milk it with one foot and plough
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| With the other, no that ain’t right somehow
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| There’s Moonshine in the mountains
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| And it’s going so cheap
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| So grab yourself a bucket
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| A still’s waters run deep
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| I recall that they both came to town
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| She was wearing a buffalo gown
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| And the old man, when he saw my frown
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| Said she’s great when she treads them grapes down
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| There’s Moonshine in the mountains
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| And it’s going so cheap
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| So grab yourself a bucket
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| A still’s waters run deep |