Good Corn Liquor

Well the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hiding in the side of a hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor

Now when I was young

About five or six

Daddy lost a job and my mama took sick

And times got tough

And mama got sicker

Daddy started running that good corn liquor

Well the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hiding in the side of a hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor

I remember that night

It was a blood red moon

And daddy was doing what he had to do

When a shot rang out

And the sheriff pulled the trigger

And daddy stopped running that good corn liquor

Well the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hiding in the side of a hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor