MOONSHINE MAN
(Si Kahn)
As recorded by Si Kahn on "New Wood" (1974)

Pale moon shining on Georgia Five,
I'm so tired I can hardly drive.
Back jacked up so my tail don't drag so low.
One eye looking for the curves in the road,
Other eye watching for the State Patrol,
I'm headed for Atlanta with a hundred-gallon load,
Look out; I'm a moonshine man.

Daddy's standing guard and Mama's out back,
Dumping all that sugar out of fifty-pound sacks,
With the shift of the wind, you can smell that mash so strong.
Five hundred gallons in a dead mans still,
If the night don't get you then the morning will.
I'm headed for Atlanta with a hundred-gallon load,
Look out; I'm a moonshine man.

If this ain't a Depression then it's sure hard times,
Corn has got so hard to find.
Propane's up and sugar's gone so high.
Sheriff's a-waiting at the county line,
We're cutting him in so he don't mind,
I'm headed for Atlanta with a hundred-gallon load,
Look out; I'm a moonshine man.

Well, I want to die in a feather bed,
With a jug of white whiskey under my head.
Lay me out in a six-foot copper still.
When I get to heaven gonna dress in white,
Gonna sell it to the angels on Saturday night.
I'm heading for Atlanta with a hundred-gallon load,
Look out; I'm a moonshine man.


Roger in Baltimore