| I’ve been a moonshiner
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| For seventeen long years
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| I’ve spent all my money
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| On whiskey and beer
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| I go to some hollow
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| And sit at my still
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| And if whiskey don’t kill me
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| Then I don’t know what will
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| I go to some bar room
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| And drink with my friends
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| Where the women can’t follow
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| And see what I spend
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| God bless them pretty women
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| I wish they was mine
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| Their breath is as sweet
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| The dew on the vine
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| Let me eat when I am hungry
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| Let me drink when I am dry
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| A dollar when I am hard up
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| Religion when I die
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| The whole world’s a bottle
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| And life’s but a dram
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| When the bottle gets empty
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| It sure ain’t worth a damn |