I looked at Moonshiner in the DT. The following is the last verse as I recall it from Lomax's Folk Songs of North America (I'm at work, now, so I can't peek).
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry,
And if moonshine don't kill me I'll live 'til I die.
God bless them moonshiners, how I wish they were mine.
Their breath smells as sweet as that good old moonshine.
I do love this song. I have a fond memory of attending an open mike located in a natural amphitheater in a mature woods. I sang this song acapella and it sent chills up my spine. Just one of those magic moments.
Roger in Baltimore