I've been a moonshiner
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for seventeen long years
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and I spent all my money
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on whiskey and beer
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and I go to some hollow
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and set up my still
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if whiskey don't kill me
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Lord, I don't know what will
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and I go to some barroom
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to drink with my friends
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where the women they can't follow
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to 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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with breath as sweet as
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the dew on the vine
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let me eat when I'm hungry
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let me drink when I'm dry
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two dollars when I'm hard up
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religion when I die
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the whole world is a bottle
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and life is but a dram
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when the bottle gets empty
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Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn
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New Madrid
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| Uncle Tupelo |
