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Based on namirshaba's ear.
AMoonshine, Dmoonshine GThe sour mash is Adoing fine I Bfeel like I’Em doing time DIn this country shack of Amine, oh Gmine, oh Dmine
Sunshine, sunshine Found a cloud to hide behind Baby’s gone and I don’t mind Pour myself a glass of homemade wine
EThere’s a bottle on thBe floor AI don’t think it waDs there before EBaby, she don’Bt clean no more I Athink she’s tired oDf 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