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The Moonshine Runner
by David Pekrul
copyright 05-13-2005


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Deep in the thick of an woodland grove,
A man stands next to a pot-bellied stove,
A grizzled old man hiding out in this cove,
The moonshine is flowing again.

He heats the mash and squeezes the corn,
Distilling the liquid from evening ‘til morn’,
Just like his father, before he was born,
The moonshine is flowing again.

“I’ll take this booze and spread it around,
To the boys in the woods and the men in the town,
Don’t care if the ladies all wear a big frown,
The moonshine is flowing again.”

He loads up the trunk of his ’39 Chev,
He runs all the lights, even though they are red,
The revenue taxmen all want him for dead,
The moonshine is flowing again.

They're hot on his trail and there’s nowhere to run,
He heads down the highway and follows the sun,
The cops cut him down ‘cause he’s wearing a gun,
The moonshine is flowing again.

“I’ll take this booze and spread it around,
To the boys in the woods and the men in the town,
Don’t care if the ladies all wear a big frown,
The moonshine is flowing again.”

He lies all alone in an unmarked grave,
The cops shot him down ‘cause he wouldn’t behave,
The booze that they captured, they figured they’d save,
The moonshine is flowing again.

A voice is heard, coming up from the ground,
“My life is now over, to Hell I am bound,
Just leave me some liquor, where it can be found,”
The moonshine is flowing again.

“Now take this booze and spread it around,
To the boys in the woods and the men in the town,
Don’t care if the ladies all wear a big frown,
The moonshine is flowing again.”


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08-14-2005 SamiJo Mcquiston    

You know moonshine is throughly disgusting. And it lits you up like a christms tree. Though I have no taste for moonshine, this was excellent keep up the good work.

SamiJo


05-15-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

Unless the man's son follows in his father's footsteaps as before. The moonshine has stoped flowing. I really did like this read. This flows very well and the story is fun and interesting. Thanks, Anthony


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