Lyrics to Moonshiner's Run
You can mash in the bathtub but then you gotta distill it through a liquor steel
My particular steel I'm looking at right now
It's gone be a 15 gallon beer keg attached to three quarter inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum
Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum
Once you heat the beer keg up to uh in between 175 and 220 it condensates and turns into moonshine liquor
Fuckin' gettin' yee
Alright, I love you
I love you too
Bye
Below the Mason Dixon out in that mobile home it's
45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel
The sun is goin down it's propane inside that kitchen
When it's all done he unloading fire in a barrel
The creeps all gather in the hollow
Bringing out he crates and the hey
Take one more pull out of that bottle
And you'll be on your way
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
Run, run, run, run
Outside the shop he's droppin', motor in that Chevy it's wrenching
Gotta get that load across the Tennessee valley
That muddy water is dripping, hungover, dizzy and drifting
He parked the weight and set a trap in the alley
The creeps bring that money to swallow
Walking out that trap in a haze
He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow
But there'll be none to give away
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
I took the backseat out of a old regal
And I put me four barrels back there
Ran that motherfucker all the way to Georgia too
And the cops got behind me
Shit I ain't stop
I just threw my middle finger out the window
Fuck you
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
My particular steel I'm looking at right now
It's gone be a 15 gallon beer keg attached to three quarter inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum
Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum
Once you heat the beer keg up to uh in between 175 and 220 it condensates and turns into moonshine liquor
Fuckin' gettin' yee
Alright, I love you
I love you too
Bye
Below the Mason Dixon out in that mobile home it's
45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel
The sun is goin down it's propane inside that kitchen
When it's all done he unloading fire in a barrel
The creeps all gather in the hollow
Bringing out he crates and the hey
Take one more pull out of that bottle
And you'll be on your way
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
Run, run, run, run
Outside the shop he's droppin', motor in that Chevy it's wrenching
Gotta get that load across the Tennessee valley
That muddy water is dripping, hungover, dizzy and drifting
He parked the weight and set a trap in the alley
The creeps bring that money to swallow
Walking out that trap in a haze
He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow
But there'll be none to give away
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
I took the backseat out of a old regal
And I put me four barrels back there
Ran that motherfucker all the way to Georgia too
And the cops got behind me
Shit I ain't stop
I just threw my middle finger out the window
Fuck you
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
