Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised

A bootlegger's boy

In the Cherokee hills

I plied my trade

In Mountain

City I had me a time

Just a-makin' money

On the corn moonshine

Well I hauled my load

Into Knoxville town

I met me a girl

And we knocked around

Well them

Knoxville girls

Couldn't leave me alone

With my suit so fine

And my bottle of corn

I'm goin' back to

Mountain City

So I can make another run

Load my trunk with my moonshine whisky

I am a brave bootlegger's son

Well I sold that corn

To the circuit judge

On the public square

To many a tramp

Well I met with trouble

On the tracks one night

With a drunken man

I commenced to fight

We fought five rounds

Then I put him away

With a wicked jab

From a razor blade

How the women screamed

And the bottles broke

On the stony ground

Where the blood did flow

I'm goin' back to

Mountain City

The deed I done they'll never know

I killed a man in a fuel of whisky

I am a rude bootlegger's boy

Now I hang my head

Just to hide my shame

Lost all my money

Can't find a friend

I'm gonna drag my bones

To the mountainside

If the corn don't kill me

I might never die

I'm goin' 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 goin' back to

Mountain City

In the Cherokee hills

I started from

Goin' home broke, ain't it a pity

Lord curse this rude bootlegger's son