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Moonshine Night

Me and couple of my buddies tailgate of our trucks,

sipping moonshine from coffee cups.

Swatting at mosquitos and telling lies,

getting further from the truth with every sip of the Shine.

Dont be a stranger when you pull up,

yonder is the jug and some extra cups.

Now some folk cannot handle the sip then the bite,

leaves more for others, quite all right.

Here comes another stretch of the truth,

now keep on passing the jug once you're through.

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paul-roberts
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Jul 19, 2012
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