Roscoe Holcomb Moonshiner
I have been a moonshiner
Ever since I been born
I drunk up all a' my money
And stilled up all a' my corn
So I'll go up some dark hollow
And put up my moonshine still
Say I'll make you one gallon
For five dollar bills
Say I'll go up some dark hollow
And get you some booze
If the revenue don't get me no money
Well I lose
Call all a' you moonshiners
And stand all in a row
You look so sad and lonesome
You're so lonesome yes, I know
God Bless them pretty women
I wish they all were mine
Their breath smell so sweetly
Like good old moonshine
