There\'s moonshine in them there hills.
Come with me and i will show you the stills.
They make moonshine that will warm your soul.
Even souls that are cold and as dark as coal.
One sip and your face turns red.
Four sips and you\'re \"brown bread\" dead.
So please don\'t over indulge.
When i meet you all in hell, against me i don\'t want you all to hold a grudge.
There\'s moonshine in them there hills.
Do remember this stuff bloody kills.