Mama got sick last year, she was laid out in the bed

Doctor came to her side said she got the fever in her head

There was only one thing to ease her through the night

Sit back mama, take a sip, everything's gonna be alright

Mountain brandy, it's made out in these hills

The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin County stills

Mountain brandy in a green Ball mason jar

Sit back, mama, take a sip, it'll take you far

I was walking out through the woods on a cold December night

Out through the distance, I smelled wood smoke and saw a fading light

I'd always heard those rumors, so I sat out in that hollow

The old man shook my hand, sat me down and he gave me a swallow as he said

Mountain brandy, it's made out in these hills

The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin County stills

Mountain brandy in a green Ball mason jar

Sit back, mama, take a sip, it'll take you far

The old folks have been dying out and all the Yanks are moving in

Lots of folks around town been talking 'bout them old ways coming to an end

As long as them geese fly north and that creek runs south

You can run my holler, you shake my can shake my hand, I got something that'll shut that mouth

Mountain brandy, it's made out in these hills

The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin County stills

Mountain brandy in a green Ball mason jar

Sit back, mama, take a sip, it'll take you far