Moonshine & Rye

I can’t run out on my moonshine and rye

No, I can’t run out on my moonshine and rye

But I bust out on my baby

bailin’ pails to keep me dry

Natural-born liquor flow down from the hill

You know the barrel run the river

with the spirit that it still

I can’t reckon who call me the most

Is it the devil, the angel, or the cool-water ghost?

The devil wants jelly, as long as he’s fed

The angel wants sinners brought back from the dead

The ghost just wants voices get on up out of his head

I won’t run out on my moonshine and rye

No, I won’t run out on my moonshine and rye

But I bust out on my baby, bailin’ pails to keep me dry

Yeah, I walk out on my woman, pitchin’ pails to keep me dry

I walk out on my woman, bailin’ pails to keep me dry