Well, when I was young, 'bout five or six
Yeah, my daddy lost his job, and mom, she got sick
And times got tough, yeah, mom, she got sicker
My daddy started making that good corn liquor
Well, the sun don't shine on the poor man's still
Yeah, copper long lines, oh, in the side of a hill
Oh, it'll get you there, it'll get you there quicker
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor
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Well, I remember that night, was a blood-red moon
Yeah, my daddy was doin' what he had to do
The shots rang out, yeah, the sheriff pulled the trigger
Daddy quit making that good corn liquor
Well, the sun don't shine on the poor man's still
Yeah, copper long lines, oh, in the side of a hill
Oh, it'll get you there, it'll get you there quicker
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor
Alright now
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It'll get you there, it'll get you there quicker
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor
Yeah, it'll get you there, it'll get you there quicker
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor
Proof jar full of that good corn liquor