"Moonshine Like Mine" (Maggie Bailey's Song)

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BOYS COME FROM ALL OVER
FOR ONE TASTE OF MY LIQUOR.
HARLAN TO HANCOCK
AND BOONE COUNTY, TOO.
BURNS OFF THEIR CHEST HAIR
THEN REGROWS IT EVEN THICKER.
AND THAT’S JUST THE START
OF WHAT MY MOUNTAIN DEW CAN DO.

THEY SAY IT COULD MAKE YOU GO BLIND,
AN EARLY GRAVE, YOU MAY FIND,
BUT ONCE THEY GET A TASTE, THEY DON’T MIND
AND FALL RIGHT IN LINE.
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE.

ONE PART FRESH HOG FEED,
ONE PART BLACKSTRAP MOLASSES,
WATER FROM THE CLEAREST STREAM,
AND SWEET MALTED CORN,
MY SPECIAL COMBINATION
OF GENTLE TLC AND SASS IS
ALL YOU NEED TO FILL YOUR GLASSES.
MY BACKWOOD BABY’S BORN!

SMOOTH AS FUEL, FLAWLESS AS FIRE,
STRONG LIKE A MULE, FULL LIKE A CHOIR,
GOES DOWN WARM-LIKE, THEN SPREADS LIKE DESIRE
STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE.
NO, NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE.

YOU KNOW, IT'S FUNNY,
NO MATTER WHEN THE LAW STEPS IN,
THINGS NEVER SEEM TO GO THEIR WAY.
EVERY TIME THAT JURY SPIES ME,
RIGHT AWAY THEY RECOGNIZE ME
AND NEXT THING I KNOW,
I'M GETTING OFF THAT VERY DAY!

MANY MEN HAVE TRIED TO TIE ME
DOWN SO I WOULD QUIT DISTILLIN'.
PROMISED ME A LIFE OF LEISURE, QUEEN IN ALL RESPECTS.
I TRIED, BUT I JUST COULDN'T PICTURE
ANY CALLIN' QUITE AS THRILLIN',
AND NOW I'M THE MOUNTAIN QUEEN OF TRIPLE X!

SO IF YOU’RE NOT INTIMIDATED
BEIN' IN MY TERRITORY,
IF YOU’RE NOT LILY-LIVERED
BY A LITTLE BATHTUB SPRITE,
IF YOU'RE READY TO BE SATIATED,
FLYIN' FREE IN ALL YOUR GLORY,
THEN TAKE A SHOT, AND YOU MIGHT
JUST GET AN APPETITE
FOR A LIFE THAT CAN BE

SMOOTH AS FUEL, FLAWLESS AS FIRE,
STRONG LIKE A MULE, FULL LIKE A CHOIR,
GOES DOWN WARM-LIKE THEN SPREADS LIKE DESIRE
STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR SPINE.
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE –
NO, NO, NO,
NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE –
NO BURBON, NO BRINE,
NO WHISKEY, NO WINE
IS AS DIVINE AS MY DESIGN.
NO, NO ONE MAKES MOONSHINE LIKE MINE!

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