My Little Whiskey Maker

Well, talk about a family secret, I was shocked when I heard my wife

Say her kin, they run that bootleg liquor through the woods of Caroline

Her poor dad just died in a car-crash, running from the ATF

When the Revenuers all went home, there wasn't that much left

My wife inherited nothing more than her Daddy's bills and name

But she got his recipe, white lightning strikes again

Hold on, now here we go

She's got my heart, that's all I know

She's my little whiskey maker

Come what will, I love her still

Now we spend our days in the great outdoors on a creek-bank in the woods

At night we run down country roads, delivering the goods

Restarting the family biz with her own brand of mountain dew

And people come from miles around, to buy a pint or two

We both love the simple life; don't want no fancy stuff

Just clear blue mountain water and some cork to plug the jugs

Hold on, now here we go

She's got my heart, that's all I know

She's my little whiskey maker

Come what will, I love her still

Fast cars, mason jars, sugar in a ten-pound sack

Ring the bell, wait a spell, you know she'll be right back

By the mug, by the jug

You'll take all that you can get

Our little bit of heaven even makes the devil sweat

So hold on, now here we go

She's got my heart, that's all I know

She's my little whiskey maker

Come what will, I love her still-ill

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold on, now here we go

She's got my heart, that's all I know

She's my little whiskey maker

Come what will, I love her still

I love her still