Yelawolf, Shooter Jennings - Moonshiner's Run lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Shooter Jennings - Moonshiner's Run lyrics]
You can make mash in the bathtub but
Then you gotta distill
It through a liquor steel
My particular steel I'm looking at right now
It's gone be a 15 gallon beer
Keg attached to three quarter
Inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum
Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum
Once you heat the beer keg up to, uh
In between 175 and 220 it condensates
And turns into moonshine liquor
Fuckin' gettin' yee alright, I love you
I love you too bye
Below the Mason Dixon out in
That mobile home it's
45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel
The sun is goin down it's
Propane inside that kitchen
When it's all done he unloading
Fire in a barrel
The creeps all gather in the hollow
Bringing out the crates and the hey
Take one more pull out of that bottle
And you'll be on your way
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners run, run, run, run
Outside the shop he's droppin'
Motor in that Chevy it's wrenching
Gotta get that load across
The Tennessee valley
That muddy water is dripping, hungover
Dizzy and drifting
He parked the weight and set
A trap in the alley
The creeps bring that money to swallow
Walking out that trap in a haze
He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow
But there'll be none to give away
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
I took the backseat out of a old Regal
And I put me four barrels back there
Ran that motherfucker all the
Way to Georgia too
And the cops got behind me shit I ain't stop
I just threw my middle finger out the window
Fuck you
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
Then you gotta distill
It through a liquor steel
My particular steel I'm looking at right now
It's gone be a 15 gallon beer
Keg attached to three quarter
Inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum
Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum
Once you heat the beer keg up to, uh
In between 175 and 220 it condensates
And turns into moonshine liquor
Fuckin' gettin' yee alright, I love you
I love you too bye
Below the Mason Dixon out in
That mobile home it's
45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel
The sun is goin down it's
Propane inside that kitchen
When it's all done he unloading
Fire in a barrel
The creeps all gather in the hollow
Bringing out the crates and the hey
Take one more pull out of that bottle
And you'll be on your way
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners run, run, run, run
Outside the shop he's droppin'
Motor in that Chevy it's wrenching
Gotta get that load across
The Tennessee valley
That muddy water is dripping, hungover
Dizzy and drifting
He parked the weight and set
A trap in the alley
The creeps bring that money to swallow
Walking out that trap in a haze
He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow
But there'll be none to give away
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners
I took the backseat out of a old Regal
And I put me four barrels back there
Ran that motherfucker all the
Way to Georgia too
And the cops got behind me shit I ain't stop
I just threw my middle finger out the window
Fuck you
180 proof on the mountain
He's got one hand on the grave
He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum
Out on the Moonshiners