Letra

Twelve dollars an hour, it don't really get too far When a damned ole bottle of Coke costs two and a dime I know what I'll do, crawl up the holler in an hour or two Mix me up a big batch of mash start making my own moonshine I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald 190 proof baby that's the truth If the law tries to catch me I'll run Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul Well they say you can sell a jar of corn liquor When a bushel of taters won't sell And that's a good thing cause my crop went to pieces When I spent the last 8 months locked in jail What I did is neither here nor there, I never done nobody no harm But a man's gotta do what a mans gotta do when everything costs a leg and a arm I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald 190 proof baby that's the truth If the law tries to catch me I'll run Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul
Writer(s): Isaac Blaine Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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