Apple Pie Moonshine

Apple pie moonshine South of that dixie line Big old bonfire About to get buck wild That country bass is thumping And those catfish are jumping And those pretty country girls Are dancing with their country bumpkins Slide it to the right now Come on let's go Spin them girls around boys Dose-doe Cause we're country folks Getting down in the holler With a big hell yeah And a holler and a swoller We're going to get down Way down south With the sweet apple pie moonshine Shut my mouth Little cut off wranglers I know she didn't dang her She knows how to drive me crazy With what the good Lord gave her She ain't the only one boys They're everywhere We got red heads, blondes, and brunettes In the clear mountain air Maybe later on we'll sneak off behind that big oak tree Just me and my little lady And the birds, and the bees Cause we're country folks Getting down in the holler With a big hell yeah And a holler and a swoller We're going to get down Way down south With the sweet apple pie moonshine Shut my mouth Way back up in these sticks We're not big on the politics So, you can keep your gun control hoss I'll keep my thirty-ought six My grand pappy passed it down To my dad and then from him to me I'm going to give it to my son That gun's part of this family Cause we're country folks Getting down in the holler With a big hell yeah And a holler and a swoller We're going to get down Way down south With the sweet apple pie moonshine Shut my mouth Apple pie moonshine South of that Dixie Line Big old bonfire About to get buck wild