Mama got sick last year,
she was laid out in the bed.
The doctor came to her side,
said she's got the fever in her head.
There was only one thing that could ease her through the night.
Sit back, Mama,
take a sip, everything's gonna be all right.
Mountain brandy,
it's made out in these hills.
The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin can stills.
Mountain brandy in a green ball mason jar.
Sit back, Mama,
take a sip, it'll take you far.
I was walking out through the woods,
it was a cold December night.
Out through the distance,
the smell of wood smoking saw fading light.
I'd always heard those rumors,
so I set out up that holler.
Old
man sat me down, shook my hand,
then he gave me a swallow.
He said,
Mountain brandy,
it's made out in these hills.
The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin county stills.
Mountain brandy in a green ball mason jar.
Sit back,
Mama,
take a sip, it'll take you far.
All the old folks are dying out,
and all the youngsters are moving in.
And lots of folks around town been talking
about them old ways coming to an end.
As long as them geese fly north
and that creek runs south,
you can run up my holler and shake my hand.
I got something that'll shut your mouth.
Mountain brandy,
it's made out in these hills.
The best liquor ever run comes from those Franklin county stills.
Mountain brandy in a green ball mason jar.
Sit back, Mama,
take a sip, it'll take you far.