Tekst Utworu

One gallon for a five dollar bill Some dark hollow and get you some boos If the revenue don't get you no money... All you Moon Shiners and stand up in a row. Lonesome yes, I know. God Bless them pretty women, wish they all were mine So sweetly just like good 'ole moonshine.
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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