Paper Trains (the Virtues Of) Wild Corn Whiskey
[Verse 1]
Homegrown southern red-eye in oak barrels,
Yeah I work until the twilight hits my door.
And as the sun descends into the shadows,
Yeah you'll find me n' Satan on the porch.
[Chorus 1]
Think I wanna sink just one more bottle,
Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side.
Distillation is divine,
Just like water into wine,
It's a virtue.
Like a shady liquor store,
Evil shading my back door,
It's a wild brew.
[Verse 2]
And as the early glare of a new sun rising blinds me,
My mamma's words they're troubling my head.
No you'll never find a bride who prizes liquor,
Well perhaps it's time white whiskey I thee wed.
[Chorus 1]
Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle,
Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side.
Distillation is divine,
Just like water into wine,
It's a virtue.
Like a shady liquor store,
Evil shading my back door,
It's a wild brew.
Hey hey hey.
[C Section]
Reckon it's time to forsake dear ole Woodmill,
By now I must have paid my union dues.
Leave those heady sour-corn-mash days far behind me,
Yeah pack up some homegrown hooch and do as I choose.
[Chorus 2]
Well think I'm on the brink of a mountain-dew breakdown,
Drinkin' slurring seeing inner demons far and wide.
Well my mind is slightly numbing,
Yet I see the storm a-comin‘,
Need to pull through.
Now my skin is roughly full,
It's got me kicking like a mule,
It's a wild brew.
[Verse 3]
Years of excess weighing on my shoulders,
The pearly gates grow distant as I climb.
So as I right myself for the fiery hollow,
You‘ll find me partaking one last time.
[Chorus 1]
Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle,
Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side.
Distillation is divine,
Just like water into wine,
It's a virtue.
Like a shady liquor store,
Evil shading my back door,
It's a wild brew.
[Coda]
Empty bottles on the floor,
Led the devil to my door,
It's a wild brew.
