Hillbilly Pop (B. Spagnardi)

Grandad started stilling in Mr. Lincoln's War
Kentucky boys spilled their blood, but not their bourbon pour

Hillbilly, Hillbilly pop
Ain't no G-man gonna make me stop
Genuine mountain dew
Grandpa's good old family brew
Hillbilly, Hillbilly pop

Daddy taught me to moonshine, making mash from sugar and corn
Had my first taste of moonshine, ‘tween the chicken coop and the barn

When Congress passed number eighteen they sang the temperance tune
Black Mountains ran wet while the States went dry, I was howlin' neath the Harlan moon

Supercharged '53 Chevy, load of lightning and whitewall wheels
Revenuers trailed Junior's tail, running through these Pentecostal hills