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I was born and raised |
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A bootlegger's boy |
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In the Cherokee hills |
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I plied my trade |
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In Mountain |
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City I had me a time |
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Just a-makin' money |
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On the corn moonshine |
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Well I hauled my load |
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Into Knoxville town |
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I met me a girl |
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And we knocked around |
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Well them |
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Knoxville girls |
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Couldn't leave me alone |
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With my suit so fine |
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And my bottle of corn |
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I'm goin' back to |
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Mountain City |
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So I can make another run |
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Load my trunk with my moonshine whisky |
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I am a brave bootlegger's son |
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Well I sold that corn |
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To the circuit judge |
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On the public square |
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To many a tramp |
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Well I met with trouble |
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On the tracks one night |
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With a drunken man |
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I commenced to fight |
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We fought five rounds |
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Then I put him away |
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With a wicked jab |
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From a razor blade |
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How the women screamed |
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And the bottles broke |
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On the stony ground |
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Where the blood did flow |
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I'm goin' back to |
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Mountain City |
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The deed I done they'll never know |
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I killed a man in a fuel of whisky |
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I am a rude bootlegger's boy |
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Now I hang my head |
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Just to hide my shame |
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Lost all my money |
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Can't find a friend |
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I'm gonna drag my bones |
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To the mountainside |
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If the corn don't kill me |
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I might never die |
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I'm goin' back to |
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Mountain City |
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Or else they'll hang me this |
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I know I killed a man in a feud of whisky, |
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I am a cruel |
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Bootlegger's boy. |
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I'm goin' back to |
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Mountain City |
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In the Cherokee hills |
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I started from |
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Goin' home broke, ain't it a pity |
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Lord curse this rude bootlegger's son |
