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better of dead. Than to live a life of shame and strife. Cause of daddy's moonshine still My mama was always sweet and kind. But she grew old before her time. Worryin' about the way we had to live Yeah
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Dine-Weller A bag of nerves. I seem to suppress. Alien of being. Not known to duress. Moonshine, moonshine. There's something in the hills I cannot posses. As dark as sunday. We're woven again
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. between her and that apple pie moonshine. well we were dancing around in the high beams. her hands in the back pockets of my jeans. the radio playing the perfect song. I still think about her every time
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gonna take you places money don't go. I'm gonna teach you what a country boy knows. Gonna cover you in diamonds and dust. Where the stars fall on moonshine road. Roll down that window, let down your
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these walls,. Just makes me feel uneasy. . I said hey, Sister Moonshine. Won't you send me a little sun. I said hey, Sister moonshine. Who's a stranger to everyone. . So, -MAKE US ALL LAUGH
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haze,. And you're out on a line,. You just can't satisfy when you're down. On that moonshine. Held back my temptation,. Trying to please her,. But still I could not stand. As morning dawned,. The
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Who made my moonshine intoxicate me. Ooh, who made me cry. Like the end of a beautiful play Holds and tickles and hugs out the night. Hold her hand and started to cry. The audience thought they
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Who made my moonshine intoxicate me. Ooh, who made me cry. Like the end of a beautiful play Holds and tickles and hugs out the night. Hold her hand and started to cry. The audience thought they
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makes me feel uneasy I said, "Hey, sister moonshine. Won't you send me a little sun?". I said, "Hey, sister moonshine. Who's a stranger to everyone?" So, make us all laugh, make us all cry. Make us
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me free. Ohhh. Moonshine, take us to the stars tonight. Take us to that special place. That place we went the last time, the last time. I know, I was with you last night but it feels like it's been so
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Summertime. We can move the air. Sweet Virginia countryside. I will meet you there. Bloody lips and cherry wine. Moonshine in your hair. Just keep staring at the sun. Pray for Summer’s end. Come on over break
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