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FMoonshine, Cmoonshine FThe sour mash is Fdoing fine I Afeel like I’Dm doing time CIn this country shack of Fmine, oh Fmine, oh Cmine
Sunshine, sunshine Found a cloud to hide behind Baby’s gone and I don’t mind Pour myself a glass of homemade wine
DThere’s a bottle on thAe floor FI don’t think it waCs there before DBaby, she don’At clean no more I Fthink she’s tired oCf 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