A gallon of moonshine and a ounce of pot
Ozark folks know how to party down hot
We shimmy and shuffle, strut and stomp
Hear that guitar twang, see those dancers romp.
My grandaddy lived when liquor was dear.
The guv'ment said there was the devil in beer.
Clever ol' grampa found a need to fill
Makin' moonshine in his still on the hill.
Grandpa used to party down just like us.
A jug o' 'shine to swig and a reefer to puff.
Now it's plain ass-backwards, wish that grandpa could see,
The reefer is slave and the whiskey is free.
But grandpa taught me a thing or two
about hiding in the woods and cookin' brew,
'Bout planting the hemp, and plucking the bud
And protectin' our ass from goverment crud.
A gallon of moonshine and a ounce of pot
Ozark folks know how to party down hot
Shimmy and shuffle, strut and stomp
Hear that washboard a-whackin', see those dancers romp.
I ain't nowhere had a better time
Than suckin' on a reefer and drinkin' that 'shine
And dancing with the women wearing out my shoes.
Li'Bro Ben jammin' those hillbilly blues.
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