Corn Mash cookin' in the Georgia Pines
Mash fumes rising to a Chilled Copper line
Turning into a stream of droplets.....

Dripping steady to a Mason Jar
Boxed up in the Trunk of an
Old Rusted Chevy Car

With the Engine Bored and
The Suspension Heavy....
Made to handle old back roads

Offerin' up a taste to them of 'Shine
Goes down like the Devils Fire 'n
Burns ya like a Hell Fire Sermon

Standin' on a back road
In that hot Georgia sun
Cash Swaps Hands, the Sale is Done

Lightening kicks up some Nasty moods
Over Who's wrong and Who's right
'Til its blood on a Saturday Night  


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