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Moonshiner's Blues

I am a singer hear my story
18 years is my age
Locked in a federal prison
Like a bird in a cage


Rich man buys the lawyer
Poor boy gotta do the time
What was my transgression
What was my deadful crime?


Did I take my gun did I shoot my brother
Rob, steal, did I kill my wife
What debt do I owe
To pay with 5 years of my life?


CHORUS
My father was an old moonshiner
Like his father and his before
We make good whisky in a dry county
We make it from the corn we grow


I was born in south Kentucky
Where the sun don't ever shine
Poor boy better not break the law
Better not make that sweet moonshine


I was my father's helper
Drove the car to the county line
I'm 18 that makes me guilty
Federal crime to sell moonshine


Been caught before they caught us again
They threw the book to right the wrong
Didn't pay the taxes on our whisky
I'm in jail and I sing my song


CHORUS
We need law and we need order
Can't have criminals everywhere
5 years for making whisky
Tell me do you think that's fair


It ain't cocaine it's just corn liquor
We just make what the people buy
The government says you sell moonshine
We'll take 5 years of a poor boy's life

©2001 by Harvey Reid

recorded on #115 "The Great Sad River"

As re-recorded on #120 "The Song Train"


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