Story Behind the Song
Recorded on PC using Audio Logic
Lyrics
Up here in these hills, these deep green bush covered hills, a man could hide for years without a trace, these Hokonui hills, these cold wet whisky-still hills, they’ve got enough cover to hide any face. He watches the rain fall down on the customs men below, knowing they’re gonna chase his trail of cool blue smoke - He’s making moonshine, Grandaddy’s recipe, he don’t pay excise, he don’t pay duty, knows every inch of this land, you’d better understand - He don’t take too kindly to authority... The manuka smoke, it sticks in the back of your throat, gotta pipe it out somewhere they can’t see, some other place, lead ‘em on a wild goose chase, lead ‘em anywhere but where your still would be. They’re coming now the lookout whistles out a warning, but all they’re gonna find is a ring of embers burning... It’s a hell of a life, don’t see your kids or your wife, they’re back home in Gore in a two-roomed house, but a man’s gotta eat, gotta feed his family, and there’s no other work here, there’s nothing else. They say the whole damn country’s going down the drain, so he hauls the water chops the wood and he lights up the flame...
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