Moonshine Song

Moonshine Song

G.b.h
(album: From Here To Reality)

I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees.
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease.
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa.
It didn´t bother my mother, ´cus we kept him in a jar.

I ain´t got no moonshine, I ain´t got no wife.
Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life.
Since I was a young boy, travelled far from home.
Oh Lord don´t let me die on my own.

I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee.
There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me.
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig.
Got raped in the showers by Mr Big.

Now my life´s nearly over, it´s been a pain.
And my eyes are getting bad, I didn´t see that train.
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots.
But it´s two drunk Indians, and they´ve stole my boots.