Graywolf, this is what I hear:

I've been a moonshiner for seven long years
I've made my own whiskey, I still my own beer
I'll go to the cold stream and I'll drink with my friends
No woman to follow to see what I spend
No woman to follow, no children to squall
If you want to live happy, don't marry at all
God bless them little women, I wish they was mine
Their breath smells as sweetly as a jug of moonshine
Come all you little women take warning by me
Don't place your affection on a young man like me
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live 'til I die


It is what Gershon Legman would categorise as mal-mariee song with a twist that the man is warning women. The 'breath' line is a variant of the more common 'Their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine'.

--Stewie.