I have been a moonshiner Ever since that I've been born I drunk up all my money And I stilled up all my corn I'll go up some dark holler And put up my moonshine still I'll make you one gallon For a five dollar bill I'll go up some dark holler And get you some booze If the revenuers don't get me No money will I lose That revenuer he tells me He knows wrong from right But there's a seal across his bottle And his money's locked up tight That reveneur don't own me And I won't pay his till I'll spend my days moonshining And I guess I always will Come all you moonshiners And stand all in a row You look so sad and lonesome Your lonesomeness I know God bless them pretty women I wish they all were mine Their breathe smells sweetly Like good old moonshine