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 dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
