Moonshine

Oh Anna, is it something you need
She answered The stuff's not cheap, it's true
But I Like it
My spirits can drive you to drink
That marshal, don't like what it makes you do
So I hide it

Oh in the dark of a backwoods night
I blend my mash till the mix is nice
Copper flash and a pilot fire
How the pressure's buildin'

Up Black Mountain and back off the road
Shielded lanterns, their steps were so discreet
But I spied them
Twelve-gauge buckshot and smoke in a ring
Rusty padlocks, they guard my boiling wheat
Quite nicely

Oh how flashes light the sky
Lead shot flies and the fumes ignite
Bracelets snap and their fists do fly
Feel them flat as they hit my sides
See their shapes in the red fire light
But I can't stop or save it

Oh, oh, oh, oh Anna