Moonshine Money

Went to see my Uncle Jimmy in jail

Doing life no chance of bail

Caught red handed with a whisky still

It was a well kept secret till the sheriff got killed

I’ll never get out and that’s a pity

But If you’re willing to dig you’ll be sitting pretty

Buried in the back hills deep in the country

Is my Moonshine Money Money money

Moonshine Money Money Money

Sweeter than Tennessee honey honey

He scribbled me a mud map, drew an X

Said start at the deer stand and head due west

There’s an unmarked grave with an old dead oak

Sink your shovel, you won’t be digging up bones

Dirty cash in rubber bands

Inside mason jars and coffee cans

Buried in the back hills deep in the country

Is my Moonshine Money Money Money

Moonshine Money Money Money

Sweeter than Tennessee honey honey

Moonshine money money money

Fired up the Chevy took off like a shot

Followed directions and found the spot

Dug like a miner hungry for gold

And with blisters on my hands

I hit the mother load

I found the moonshine money money money

Moonshine money money money

Moonshine money money money

Moonshine money money money

Dirty cash in rubber bands

Inside mason jars and coffee cans

Buried in the back hills deep in the country

Is my Moonshine Money money money

Moonshine money money money

Sweeter than Tennessee honey honey

Moonshine money money money