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Kortchmar-Nilsson |
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Taking from the rich of spirit |
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Giving to the poor of heart |
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Guilty of a human weakness |
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He was known by all |
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As a moonshine bandit |
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He was a moonshine bandit |
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He was not like them at all. |
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Not just another common criminal |
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Oh no, he was not like them |
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They were different men |
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They would not dare |
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But he was there to do it for them |
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He was a moonshine bandit |
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A moonshine bandit |
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He took from the rich of spirit |
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And gave to the poor of heart |
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Guilty of a human passion |
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Which tears his heart apart |
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Ah, she was not like them at all |
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She would cry each time the night would fall |
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Oh boy, if she only knew |
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What I'm going to tell you |
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She'd never have to suffer from a broken heart |
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Moonshine bandit |
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A moonshine bandit |
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She would pine away each hour |
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In her fantasy she would be |
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Set free from her tower |
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Each night she would wait in vain |
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For a savior without a name |
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Then one night it happened |
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He came to her |
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He was a moonshine bandit |
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A moonshine your light on her |
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Take her away, moonshine bandit |
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Now two lovers appear every |
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Year above the milky way |
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Do you believe in magic? |
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Can you see it my way? |
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Two lovers appear every year |
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Above the milky way |
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Can you dig it? |
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Do you believe in magic? |
