Verse: My dad sipped whiskey back in 92’ – we were sipping to Cash and Folsom Prison Blues. I was 5 years old; I didn’t understand he said “someday this will make you a man.” Put hair on your chest, stand a little taller – plus it’s one way for a man to earn a dollar.
Chorus: Down past the creek and up through the holler, mama’s got the still that my daddy bought her. Keep it from the cops, or things will get hotter, put it in a mason jar and call it Dirty Water. Put it in a mason jar and call it DIRTY WATER!
Verse: It didn’t take me long just to learn to family trade, I was taking all the business that my mom and dad made. Cash in a trash bag you wouldn’t understand – moonshine whiskey put the money in my hand. I sold it to a preacher’s boy and a farmer’s daughter; damn I’ll get you hooked with just one swoller.
Chorus: Down past the creek and up through the holler, mama’s got the still that my daddy bought her. Keep it from the cops, or things will get hotter, put it in a mason jar and call it Dirty Water. Put it in a mason jar and call it DIRTY WATER!
Verse: Sheriff and the boys said it’s going down – the moonshine flowing like a river through the town. Six shooter ready, it’s waiting in my hand – the money in a milk crate and some rubber bands. I’m filling up the jars full of Dirty Water, damn I think it’s time for these people to get slaughtered.
Chorus: Down past the creek and up through the holler, mama’s got the still that my daddy bought her. Keep it from the cops, or things will get hotter, put it in a mason jar and call it Dirty Water. Put it in a mason jar and call it DIRTY WATER!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
