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Jun 2013
We stacked cord wood twenty feet.
Covered it over nice and neat.by moonlite
Moonshine whisky cooking in the ***.

Tick hound sittin on top the hill
Lookout... #2 still
We ain't quittn what we wedo
Moonshine late night.
Brew.

Old jalopy with a juiced up sheen
Sittin low and wide.

Leavin revenoors
Spittin out dust.
Crossin county lines

Parched throats waitin.
Big money makin.
***** revenoors.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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