Moonshine flows like water
Brewed by Jed and brung by daughter
Feel fine till her father
Shot a hole in the bucket I bought her

Chorus
Well he comes on run with an old squirrel gun
Jed ain't one to poke it in fun
Found us by the Sycamore tree
Bessie Sue, a bottle and me

Lead whines o'er my shoulder
Run and hide if I wanna get older
Girl cryin' cause I ain't bolder
Man gotta be half daft to hold her

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