Well, it's true that the law, may not like me,
They have drew me away from my "still".
And of course, I had to leave there running,
Trough the wild Wood and over the hills.
So, let's meet me tonight, oh pal meet me,
Meet me out in the moonlight alone.
For I have, ten gallons of good whiskey,
Must be sold by the light of the moon.
So, you see that the officers don't like me,
They have drawn me away from my door.
If I had my time to go over,
I would "still" ten thousand gallons or more.
So, let's meet me tonight, oh pal meet me,
Meet me out in the moonlight alone.
For I have, ten gallons of good whiskey,
Must be sold by the light of the moon.
If I knew when the officers where coming,
I would be standing in my cabin door.
With my pockets full of steel-jackets,
And a Colt, ivory handle forty-four.
So, let's meet me tonight, oh pal meet me,
Meet me out in the moonlight alone.
For I have, ten gallons of good whiskey,
Must be sold by the light of the moon.
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