Hillbilly Daydream

Twelve dollars an hour, it don't really get too far

When a damned ole bottle of Coke costs two and a dime

I know what I'll do, crawl up the holler in an hour or two

Mix me up a big batch of mash start making my own moonshine

I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter

Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald

190 proof baby that's the truth

If the law tries to catch me I'll run

Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul

Well, they say you can sell a jar of corn liquor

When a bushel of taters won't sell

And that's a good thing cause my crop went to pieces

When I spent the last eight months locked in jail

What I did is neither here nor there, I never done nobody no harm

But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

When everything costs a leg and an arm

I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter

Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald

190 proof baby that's the truth

If the law tries to catch me I'll run

Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul

Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alkyhaul