Moonshine

Oh Anna, is it something you need

She answered The stuff's not cheap, it's true

But I Like it

My spirits can drive you to drink

That marshal, don't like what it makes you do

So I hide it

Oh in the dark of a backwoods night

I blend my mash till the mix is nice

Copper flash and a pilot fire

How the pressure's buildin'

Up Black Mountain and back off the road

Shielded lanterns, their steps were so discreet

But I spied them

Twelve-gauge buckshot and smoke in a ring

Rusty padlocks, they guard my boiling wheat

Quite nicely

Oh how flashes light the sky

Lead shot flies and the fumes ignite

Bracelets snap and their fists do fly

Feel them flat as they hit my sides

See their shapes in the red fire light

But I can't stop or save it

Oh, oh, oh, oh Anna