Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised,

A bootlegger's boy,

In the Cherokee Hills,

I applied 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 suits 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 whisky,

I am a brave Bootlegger's son.

Yeah I sold that corn,

To the Circuit Judge,

On the Public Square,

To Mayor Trent,

But I met with trouble,

On the tracks one night,

With a drunken man,

I commenced to fight.

Yeah I fought five rounds,

Then I put him away,

With a wicked jab,

From a razor blade,

And the women screamed,

As the bottles broke,

On stoney ground,

Where the blood did flow.

I'm going back to Mountain City,

Gonna make those revenues run,

I killed a man in a feud of whisky,

I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.

Now I roam the night,

Just to hide my shame,

I lost all my money,

Can't find a friend,

Gonna drag my bones,

To the mountainside,

If 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 whisky,

I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy.

I'm going back to Mountain City,

To the Cherokee Hills I started from,

Going home broke ain't it a pity,

I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.