Moonshine

I hear cracked cymbals and the Queens of Africa

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

The club burned down to the concrete floor

Old jukebox won't play no more

Cracked cymbals and the Queen to Africa

With the moonlight shining through the trees

Honeysuckle on a southern breeze

I miss the moonshine

And the old times sitting in with the house band

And the bootleggers of the bottomland

Old Gabe used to blow up and down the picnic ground

With Bobby Ray Watson and young Kenny Brown

But people ask what it was like

Out in the country on a Sunday night

Heaps see, but mighty few know how old Gabe used to blow

And the moonlight shining through the trees

Honeysuckle on a southern breeze

I miss the moonshine

And the old times sitting in with the house band

And the bootleggers of the bottomland

I miss the moonshine

And the old times sitting in with the house band

And the bootleggers of the bottom

Let's do it like we did before

In Marshall County down Highway 4

Gangsta walking cross the juke joint floor

Butterfly bug drop a drunk outdoors

And old folks know what is was like

Out in the country on a Sunday night

So pour some on the floor

And do it like we did before

And the moonlight shining through the trees

Honeysuckle on a southern breeze

I miss the moonshine

And the old times sitting in with the house band

And the bootleggers of the bottomland

I miss the moonshine

And the old times sitting in with the house band

And the bootleggers of the bottomland

Mississippi moonshine

I miss the moonshine and the bootleggers of the bottomland