Carolin' Moonshine
Carolin' Moonshine
On yonder side of the Smokey Mountains
Hidden away in the Carolina hills
Guarded by the trees and the weeds and the bushes
Buford Ellis runs a moonshine still
Buford Ellis is the kind of fellar
That don't give a bit if he's a breakin' the law
The fact that whiskey making ain't legal
Don't seem to both old Buford at all
Cause he's a Carolina Moonshiner
A-making that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
A Carolina Moonshiner
If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will
Buford's got a wife and eleven children
People say they ain't nothin but trash
Cause their daddy makes their living
Cookin' and a-canning that Carolina mash
Old bootleggin' Buford is a low-down drunkard
A no-good moonshiner's is all that he is
That's what most folks say about him
At least he's a-feedin' his wife and kids
And he's a Carolina Moonshiner
A-making that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
A Carolina Moonshiner
If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will
Cause he's a Carolina Moonshiner
A-making that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
A Carolina Moonshiner
If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will