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Well the sun don't shine* |
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On a moonshine still |
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Copper line hiding in the side of a hill |
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It'll get you there |
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It'll get you there quicker |
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Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor |
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Now when I was young |
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About five or six |
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Daddy lost a job and my mama took sick |
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And times got tough |
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And mama got sicker |
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Daddy started running that good corn liquor |
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Well the sun don't shine |
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On a moonshine still |
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Copper line hiding in the side of a hill |
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It'll get you there |
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It'll get you there quicker |
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Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor |
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I remember that night |
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It was a blood red moon |
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And daddy was doing what he had to do |
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When a shot rang out |
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And the sheriff pulled the trigger |
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And daddy stopped running that good corn liquor |
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Well the sun don't shine |
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On a moonshine still |
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Copper line hiding in the side of a hill |
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It'll get you there |
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It'll get you there quicker |
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Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor |
