Don't Ever Cross a Moonshine Man

Don't Ever Cross A Moonshine Man

Back in the hills of East Kentucky

Where the Cold Spring waters flow

You can smell the moonshine liquor

In the air like days of old

The Sun don't shine up them deep hollers 

The breeze don't blow there's not a sound

White oak trees or scarred from bullets

Blood soaked soil and hallowed ground

Here in these hills we help our neighbors... And work real hard to be your friend 

But don't come round with Bad intentions... Don't ever cross a moonshine man

The good Lord gave me corn and water

A copper pot and these two hands

And the federal man works for the devil

Got to take him down got to make my stand

Here in these hills we help our neighbors... And work real hard to be your friend 

But don't come round with Bad intentions... Don't ever cross a moonshine man

In the blue moon light I seen shadows creepin’

Flash of a badge nowhere to run

When things get bad with a revenuer

Meets a moonshine man’s Iver Johnson gun

Here in these hills we help our neighbors... And work real hard to be your friend 

But don't come round with Bad intentions... Don't ever cross a moonshine man

Here in these hills we help our neighbors... And work real hard to be your friend 

But don't come round with Bad intentions... Don't ever cross a moonshine man