Michael Shaw - Light Of The Moon

Up on the mountain in the deep dark wood
Where the maple and the ginseng grow
Lives a proud old man in a shotgun shack
With a beard as white as snow

Like granddaddy and his daddy before
Heu0027s the keeper of an old-time trade
Cause a bushel of corn ainu0027t nothing compared
To what a gallon of shine will pay

He don't get rich but he's doing alright
Ainu0027t never had to wear no tie
A man like that ain't fit for no city
I reckon he would rather die

Heu0027s got an old hound dog, a couple of hogs
And his woman likes to can her fruit
But the corn he takes, cause the liquor it makes
Leaves you howling like a dog at the moon

When the sun goes down on the mountain
With the cry of the whippoorwill
The old manu0027s out in the moonlight
Keeping watch on his copper still
That old hound dog's got something treed
Down the mountain comes the blue ticku0027s croon
And the old man's cooking up whiskey
Beneath the light of the yellow moon

Then one day a couple government men
Tried to reap from where they never sowed
That old moonshiner was ready to roll
With a double barrel heavy load

He said “Hey there boys, you're on my land
You're barking up the wrong damn tree”
And as he gunned ‘em down he cried aloud
“Wonu0027t you have another drink on me?”

When the sun goes down on the mountain
With the cry of the whippoorwill
The old manu0027s out in the moonlight
Keeping watch on his copper still
That old hound dog's got something treed
Down the mountain comes the blue ticku0027s croon
And the old man's cooking up whiskey
Beneath the light of the yellow moon

Written by:
MICHAEL SHAW

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