Lyrics:
of love So I'm gonna find her (and bring her a rose) This moonshinin's got me running around But I'm headed your way now I'm coming to town Lil' darling
can’t touch me Where the ladies pop them locks like a b&e Whole hog with the slaw for the munchies Moonshinin on the banks makin money, Southern
Boy, you call yourself a 'shiner Making that rot gut shit We make it slow, we make it finer One taste and you won't forget Moonshinin' is a fine art
I could go for a tipsy tailgate kiss Baby, taste the moonshinin' off of your lips I want to see that want ya smile Still got me hooked, been
a shot too Moonshinin' it's all cool Go and pick your girl up It's a threesome in the carpool Swaggin' in her ear that bitch Cummin' on the bar stool Given
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