Here's an excerpt from the chorus of a song I wrote and recorded, called "WILDCATS HOWLIN'." Tongue in cheek! In the shadow of the moonlight In the glow of the firelight Cooking up the moonshine, so fine And we run a little brew And we sip a little brew... Hey look at the fire, its brimstone burnin' What's that smell, the breath of Satan? Well you work that still, through the night Cook that brew, 'n' hear the cries of the... Wildcats howlin' in the pale moonlight Wildcats screamin' in the quiet of the evening Devil in the brew, and we drink to the demons And the god-awful howlin' in the quiet of the moonlight
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