| I’m a rambler, I’m a gambler
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| I’m a long way from home
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| And if you don’t like me
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| Well, leave me alone
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| I’ll eat when I’m hungry
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| I’ll drink when I’m dry
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| And if moonshine don’t kill me
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| I’ll live til I die
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| I’ve been a moonshiner for many a year
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| I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer
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| I’ll go to some hollow, I’ll set up my still
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| And I’ll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill
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| I’ll go to some hollow in this count-er-y
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| Ten gallons of wash I can go on a spree
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| No women to follow, the world is all mine
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| I love none so well as I love the moonshine
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| Oh, moonshine, dear moonshine, oh, how I love thee
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| You killed me old father, but ah you try me
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| Now bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
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| Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine |