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