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I've been a moonshiner, |
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For seventeen long years, |
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I've spent all my money, |
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On whiskey and beer, |
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I go to some hollow, |
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And sit at my still |
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And if whiskey don't kill me, |
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Then I don't know what will, |
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I go to some bar room, |
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And drink with my friends, |
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Where the women cant follow, |
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And see what I spend, |
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God bless them pretty women, |
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I wish they was mine, |
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Their breath is as sweet as, |
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The dew on the vine, |
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Let me eat when I am hungry, |
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Let me drink when I am dry, |
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A dollar when I am hard up, |
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Religion when I die, |
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The whole world's a bottle, |
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And life's but a dram, |
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When the bottle gets empty, |
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It sure aint worth a damn. |
