| There’s a moonshine still
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| Tucked back up in the hills
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| Thanks to my grandpa and my father
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| They’d take some in the town
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| Them folks would drink it down
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| Granddaddy called that stuff holy water
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| Devil ain’t my friend but he knows the hell I’m in
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| Sometimes it seems like I just can’t lose
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| Sometimea' like I just can’t win
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| Those pearly gates won’t let me in
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| So I’ve been hanging out with all my friends
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| Seems like hell would be a lot hotter
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| If I wasn’t drinking this holy water
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| That revenuer man
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| Does the best he can
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| He ain’t catching good old boys like me
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| I was raised up in these hills
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| And that water pays my bills
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| You ain’t catching things that you don’t see
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| Devil ain’t my friend but he knows the hell I’m in
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| Sometimes it seems like I just can’t lose
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| Sometimea' like I just can’t win
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| Those pearly gates won’t let me in
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| So I’ve been hanging out with all my friends
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| Seems like hell would be a lot hotter
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| If I wasn’t drinking this holy water
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| Devil ain’t my friend but he knows the hell I’m in
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| Sometimes it seems like I just can’t lose
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| Sometimea' like I just can’t win
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| Those pearly gates won’t let me in
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| So I’ve been hanging out with all my friends
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| Seems like hell would be a lot hotter
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| If I wasn’t drinking this holy water
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| Devil ain’t my friend but he knows the hell I’m in
|
| Sometimes it seems like I just can’t lose
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| Sometimea' like I just can’t win
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| Those pearly gates won’t let me in
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| So I’ve been hanging out with all my friends
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| Seems like hell would be a lot hotter
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| If I wasn’t drinking this holy water |