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
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
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
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
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
Se voc pretende saber quem eu sou. Eu posso lhe dizer. Entre no meu carro e na estrada de Santos. Voc vai me conhecer. Voc vai pensar que eu nao gosto nem mesmo de mim. E que na minha idade. S
