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BOOTLEGGERS

BOOTLEGGERS
Clare S. / Genre: Bluegrass / Film or Movie / Tempo: Midtempo
BOOTLEGGERS
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He won't pay the tax man for moonshine alcohol. He stays clear of the G-Man, bathtub gin sure makes a haul. He's a bootlegger, and he smuggles cases on the run. Music, Vocals, Lyrics & Music Production by Colin Grant-Adams, Lyrics by Clare Steffen, as a part of the Round The Globe Project.

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V1 Way back up in the Georgia hills, I had an old moonshine still. Hidden back in the holler, just north of Blairsville. I don’t like paying the tax man for moonshine alcohol. I'm dodging the revenue men, I've moonshine whiskey to haul. Chorus Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete Corn liquors alright too. Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew. I’ll drink it until I go numb, that’s just what I do! Instrumental bridge V2 Wait for the night, when the moon is shining bright. Driving that crooked road, trying to stay out of sight. Smuggled in wooden cases, yes, I’m always on the run. I've been to many places, Hell that's just half the fun. Chorus Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete, Corn liquors alright too. Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew. I’ll drink it until I go numb, that’s just what I do! Instrumental bridge V3 Heard tell years ago. the Scots/Irish came to these hills. Bringing the art of distilling, setting up those moonshine Stills, The first still I made for fun, and I drank up every batch. Then you could find me, passed out, in the old corn patch. Chorus Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete, Corn liquors alright too. Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew. I’m drinking until I go numb, that’s just what I do! V4 The moral to the story, when that whiskey takes hold of you. It will take you up and take you down, no telling what you'll do It’ll turn you into a wildcat, or as peaceful as a gentle lamb. At the end of the story friends, you won’t be worth a damn. Chorus Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete, Corn liquors alright too. Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew. I’ll drink it until I go numb, that’s just what I do! Gotta hide that bootleg whiskey boy Gotta make bootleg whiskey run
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