Good Corn Liquor

Well, the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hidin' in the side of the hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor

Now, when I was young

'Bout five or six

Daddy lost a job and mama took sick

And a-times got tough

And mama got sicker

Daddy started runnin' that good corn liquor

Oh, well the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hidin' in the side of the hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor

I remember that night

It was a blood red moon

And daddy was doin' what he had to do

When the shots rang out

And the sheriff pulled the trigger

And daddy stopped runnin'

That good corn liquor

Well, the sun don't shine

On a moonshine still

Copper line hidin' in the side of the hill

It'll get you there

It'll get you there quicker

Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor