I've been a poor moonshiner
For many long years
I've spent all my money
On whiskey and beer
Now my breath smells as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
Making whiskey and wine
He tore out the pockets
And she sewed up the seams
She fed that moonshiner
On sweet milk and cream
Now my breath smells as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
How I wished he were mine
Her parents don't allow him
To mention her door
Good morning corn whiskey
I'll try you once more
Now my breath smells as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
How I wished he were mine
