Sun creeps over the mountain tops,
deep in the holler hiding out from cops,
copper line coils and smoke rises high,
snow melt creek cools it off with a sigh.

Lightning in a bottle, infused with spice,
apple pie and peaches, make it taste nice,
swallow it down, that burning feeling,
it lifts the veils, truths start revealing.

Moonshine midnights and the stars shine,
dew drops drip from the long leaf pine,
a log fire burns long and slow,
steam hisses and pops as white lightning flows.

Quart mason jars filled up right,
don't want any spills, ***** the lid on tight,
catch every drop coming out of the still,
on the creek bank, hidden back in the hills.

Twenty dollars a pop, time to make the dash,
selling it around and making some cash,
got to be careful, or people start talking,
then got hide as cops start stalking.

Meeting buyers on back roads,
guy just bought my whole load,
says he wants more, hands me up front cash,
guess its time to go and start new mash.

Moonshine midnights and the stars shine,
dew drops drip from the long leaf pine,
a log fire burns long and slow,
steam hisses and pops as white lightning flows.