Lyrics
When I was a lad of twelve, we had a still out back,
And folks came far to fill their jars with grandpa's applejack.
One day grandpa went to town, and I snuck back to that still.
I took a pint and met that night with Lem and Bob and Will.
Down in the holler we took a big swaller,
Then we made a run for the creek.
We coughed a spell, it burned like hell,
And we talked like frogs for a week!
Grandpa's gone, Dad's in jail and now I run the still.
Each week I put my best aside for Lem and Bob and Will.
I married me the widow Brown, and our boy's almost ten.
I reckon, in a year or two, it'll happen all over again.
First Will wheezed, then he sneezed.
Bob just grabbed his throat.
Lem moaned and fell, I tried to yell
But, all I did was croak !
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