Bootlegger’s Boy

Lyrics

I was born and raised A bootlegger's boy In the Cherokee Hills I applied my trade In Mountain City I had me a time Just making money On Moonshine So I hauled my load Into Knoxville Town I met me a gal And we knocked around But them Knoxville girls Can't leave me alone In my suits so fine And my bottle of corn I'm going back to Mountain City Where I can make another run Load my trunk with Moonshine whiskey I am a brave Bootlegger's son Someone sold that corn To the Circuit Judge On the Public Square To Mayor Trent But I met with trouble On the tracks one night With a drunken man I commenced to fight Yeah I fought five rounds Then I put him away With a wicked jab From a razor blade And the women screamed As the bottles broke On stoney ground Where the blood did flow I'm going back to Mountain City Gonna make those revenues run I killed a man in a feud of whiskey I am a cruel Bootlegger's son Now I roam the night Just to hide my shame I lost all my money Can't find a friend Gonna drag my bones To the mountainside If corn don't kill me I might never die I'm going back to Mountain City Or else they'll hang me this I know I killed a man in a feud of whiskey I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy I'm going back to Mountain City To the Cherokee Hills I started from Going home broke ain't it a pity I am a cruel Bootlegger's son