Old Whiskey Joe
Is what they called my crazy old man
And he lived out in the woods
Far from the eyes of town
My Pappy always said
Not to talk about Old Joe
Cuz that’s just
The way life goes
When you make Moonshine Money
It’s white lightening in a glass
And when you make Moonshine Money
Better bet that you run fast
When you make Moonshine Honey
It’s hush hush the story goes
Oh the law never found
Whiskey Joe
One day when I was eight
The sheriff brought his hounds
And he walked up in those woods
Aiming to take Joe down
Well he looked all night and day
Searching through those hills
But all that he found
Was an empty still
Cuz when you make Moonshine Money
It’s white lightening in a glass
And when you make Moonshine Money
Better bet that you run fast
When you make Moonshine Honey
It’s hush hush the story goes
Oh the law never found
Whiskey Joe
Well my daddy always said
The Whiskey’s in my blood
Just like the swampland
And the Mississippi mud
He said “One day you’ll carry on
the tradition of Old Joe.”
Cuz that ‘s just the way life goes
When you make Moonshine Money
It’s white lightening in a glass
And when you make Moonshine Money
Better bet that you run fast
When you make Moonshine Honey
It’s hush hush the story goes
Oh the law never found
Whiskey Joe
Now there ain’t no proof to what I say
But Whiskey Joe is a legend to this day

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