Spirit of '94

Out beyond the hills, in Western Pennsylvain

Good men support their families on whiskey from the grain

Ain't never had no money, ain't never had the need

Round and round the years we go from harvest back to seed

 But a colder wind is blowin', and the tax man's drawing near

And with him comes trouble to our way of life so dear

Hamilton decreed it, and Washington he signed

Them folks back east don't give a damn about the frontier life

Here's to old Tom and all the tinkers men

Don't you pay that spirit tax, your still he's sure to mend

You can follow me to Pittsburgh, follow me to jail Your revenue men can follow me all the way to hell

It was way back in the summer, seventeen and ninety four

Them upland Cohee farmers couldn't take it anymore

They shot up General Neville's house and burned it to the ground

Sent him runnin' with his marshall on back to Philly town

And now the grains are growing high and the waters flowing cold

Put it in the jug and jar and trade like it was gold Jefferson is leavin', and me I'm right behind

Them feds can all jump in the sea, to me that'd be just fine

Here's to old Tom and all the tinkers men

Don't you pay that spirit tax, your still he's sure to mend

You can follow me to Pittsburgh, follow me to jail Your revenue men can follow me all the way to hell

There's thirteen thousand soldiers in a U.S. uniform

We'll go down in Kentucky, and make our shine from corn

And if they ever find us, we'll know just what to do

Let that limestone water flow down to that good ole Mountain Dew

Here's to old Tom and all the tinkers men

Don't you pay that spirit tax, your still he's sure to mend

You can follow me to Pittsburgh, follow me to jail Your revenue men can follow me all the way to hell