Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised, a bootlegger's boy

In the Cherokee hills, I plied my trade

In Mountain City, I had me a time

Just making money on moonshine



So I hauled my load into Knoxville town

I met me a gal and we knocked around

But them Knoxville girls can't leave me alone

In my suit so fine and my bottle of corn



I'm going back to Mountain City

Where I can make another run

Load my trunk with moonshine whiskey

I am a brave bootlegger's son



So I sold that corn to the circuit judge

On the public square, to Mayor Trent

But I met with trouble in the church one night

With a drunken man, I commenced to fight



Yeah I fought five rounds and then I put him away

With a wicked jab from a razor blade

How the women screamed and the bottles broke

On the stony ground, where the blood did flow



I'm going back to Mountain City

Gonna make them revenuers run

I killed a man in a feud of whiskey

I am a cruel, bootlegger's son



And now I roam at night, just to hide my shame

I lost all my money, can't find a friend

I'm gonna drag my bones to the mountainside

Cause if the corn don't kill me, I might never die



I'm going back to Mountain City

Or else they'll hang me this I know

I killed a man in a feud of whiskey

I am a cruel, bootlegger's son



I'm going back to Mountain City

In the Cherokee hills I started from

Going home broke, ain't it a pity

I am a cruel, bootlegger's son.