A bootlegger's boy,
In the Cherokee Hills,
I applied my trade,
In Mountain City,
I had me a time,
Just making money,
On Moonshine.
So I hauled my load,
Into Knoxville Town,
I met me a gal,
And we knocked around,
But them Knoxville girls,
Can't leave me alone,
In my suits so fine,
And my bottle of corn.
I'm going back to Mountain City,
Where I can make another run,
Load my trunk with Moonshine whisky,
I am a brave Bootlegger's son.
Yeah I sold that corn,
To the Circuit Judge,
On the Public Square,
To Mayor Trent,
But I met with trouble,
On the tracks one night,
With a drunken man,
I commenced to fight.
Yeah I fought five rounds,
Then I put him away,
With a wicked jab,
From a razor blade,
And the women screamed,
As the bottles broke,
On stoney ground,
Where the blood did flow.
I'm going back to Mountain City,
Gonna make those revenues run,
I killed a man in a feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.
Now I roam the night,
Just to hide my shame,
I lost all my money,
Can't find a friend,
Gonna drag my bones,
To the mountainside,
If corn don't kill me,
I might never die.
I'm going back to Mountain City,
Or else they'll hang me this I know,
I killed a man in a feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy.
I'm going back to Mountain City,
To the Cherokee Hills I started from,
Going home broke ain't it a pity,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.
I was born and raised, A bootlegger's boy, In the Cherokee Hills, I applied my trade, In Mountain City, I had me a time, Just making money, On Moonshine. So I hauled my load, Into Knoxville Town, I met me a gal, And we knocked around, But them Knoxville girls, Can't leave me alone, In my suits so fine, And my bottle of corn. I'm going back to Mountain City, Where I can make another run, Load my trunk with Moonshine whisky, I am a brave Bootlegger's son. Yeah I sold that corn, To the Circuit Judge, On the Public Square, To Mayor Trent, But I met with trouble, On the tracks one night, With a drunken man, I commenced to fight. Yeah I fought five rounds, Then I put him away, With a wicked jab, From a razor blade, And the women screamed, As the bottles broke, On stoney ground, Where the blood did flow. I'm going back to Mountain City, Gonna make those revenues run, I killed a man in a feud of whisky, I am a cruel Bootlegger's son. Now I roam the night, Just to hide my shame, I lost all my money, Can't find a friend, Gonna drag my bones, To the mountainside, If corn don't kill me, I might never die. I'm going back to Mountain City, Or else they'll hang me this I know, I killed a man in a feud of whisky, I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy. I'm going back to Mountain City, To the Cherokee Hills I started from, Going home broke ain't it a pity, I am a cruel Bootlegger's son. Explain Request ×
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