GOD BLESS THAT POOR MOONSHINER
Traditional

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.