I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years, I've spent all my money for whiskey and beers. I'll go to some holler, I'll pull up my still, I'll make you a gallon for a two-dollar bill. I'll go to some grocery and drink with my friends, No woman to follow to see what I spends. God bless those pretty women, I wish they were mine, Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine. I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry, If moonshine don't kill me, I'll live till I die. God bless those moonshiners, I wish they were mine, Their breath smells as sweet as the good old moonshine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD WHY? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |