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Backstory:

                                                                                                                                                                                    Orignal lyrics and music by Clare Steffen & Colin Grant-Adams were used to create this AI version of this song. 

Lyrics:

                                                  
V1
Way back up in Georgia hills, I had an old moonshine still
Hidden back in the holler, just north of Blairsville
Don’t like to pay the tax man when he comes to call
I'm dodging the revenue men, I've got hooch to haul



V2
Waiting for the night, when the moon is shining bright
Driving that crocked road, trying to stay out of sight
Smuggled in wooden cases, yes, I’m always on the run
I've been so many places, Hell that's just half the fun


Chorus
Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete Corn liquor is alright too
Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew
Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew
I’ll drink until I go numb, that’s just what I do!
Bootleggin' Lawman I'll keep away from you
'Cause I'm bootleggin' bootleggin

V3

When that whiskey takes a hold, you won't be worth a damn
It’ll turn you into a wildcat, or as peaceful as a gentle lamb
When that spirit gets inside of me, I begin to sing and dance
Before I know it, I flat foot and clogging, as if I'm in a trance



Chorus
Drinking a gallon of Sneaky Pete Corn liquor is alright too
Moonshine knocks me off my feet, and called it Mountain Dew 
Now I like that demon rum, drinking all kinds of home-brew
I’ll drink until I go numb, that’s just what I do!
Bootleggin' Lawman I'll keep away from you
'Cause I'm bootleggin' bootleggin


Outro
I make that bootleg whiskey, and I drank up every batch
You will find me, passed out, in the old corn patch
Bootleggin', Bootleggin'