Good Corn Liquor

Well, the sun don't shine On a moonshine still Copper line hiding in the side of a hill It'll get you there It'll get you there quicker Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor Now when I was young 'Bout five or six Daddy lost a job and my mama took sick And the times got tough And mama got sicker Daddy started running that good corn liquor Well, the sun don't shine On a moonshine still Copper line hiding in the side of a hill It'll get you there It'll get you there quicker Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor I remember that night It was a blood red moon And daddy was doing what he had to do When the shots rang out And the sheriff pulled the trigger And daddy stopped running that good corn liquor Well, the sun don't shine On a moonshine still Copper line hiding in the side of a hill It'll get you there It'll get you there quicker Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor