| This is my moonshine rhyme
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| You know I stay drunk most all of the time
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| I say goodbye to the world and I guzzle again
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| Kick back, relax drinking with my friends
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| Here’s a seat, sit down and have a drink
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| Vibe with me for a moment, taste and tell me what you think
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| I love liquor, love beer, wine gets me almost there
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| But the shine from the moon makes a rainy sky clear
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| No matter what you get me through the dark times
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| Only damn problem is that I do love her too much
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| Can’t put her down, always there for me in the clutch
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| Ain’t no wrong about it, keep it strong, I know that I must
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| She the goods, need the perfection, the perfect selection
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| Crafted by my hand and you won’t see no protesting
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| Cause all the neighbours know I make a mean batch
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| They swill it down the hatch and I politely say
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| Friends and family take a shot for me
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| Toast to good times, thank God with me
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| Pour one up for those that passed away
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| Have a couple more, we getting drunk today
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| Everyday’s a Friday, the Saturdays are my day
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| Make the magic potion, really stock my supply
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| Why would I lie? |
| I speak easy at my speakeasy
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| But you can’t order what the other saloons provide
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| It don’t compare to what I’m cracking off, now I stare
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| Ain’t no pill, try to feel copping the high
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| This is the real deal, be no faking
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| Surrounded by the souls of the desert where I forever reside
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| We never die, we staying pickled to the pores
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| Slowly functioning, sharing all the good times of yores
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| ? |
| pretending? |
| tall-tale sipping, we ain’t tripping |