Gordon’s Still

Many years ago when my grandpa was young
He ran a whiskey still up on the wooded hill
It was Prohibition days and there wasn’t no corn around
If you knew my grandpa, you knew’re that corn was bound

He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight
He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight

He said get you good dry hardwood, hickory, ash, or oak
If you use green or rotten wood, they’ll get you by the smoke
Grandad he made whiskey, Great Grandad did too
They been making whiskey back, since 1792

He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight
He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight

He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight
He’d just lie there in the juniper, while the fire burns bright
Watching them jugs a filling, in the pale moonlight