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Comment by Uncle John on February 25, 2011 at 2:08am

I'm back the next day to hear this one again.

Comment by Uncle John on February 24, 2011 at 5:48am

Good story and lyrics and the music fit it.  Good jo.b

Comment by dogfinger steve on February 23, 2011 at 11:51pm

great song jon, thanks for puttin it out:0)

Comment by Jon Pruett on February 23, 2011 at 6:24pm

Excellent!

Comment by mike hardwick on February 23, 2011 at 5:36pm

powerful song!!!!

 

i enjoyed it very much

Comment by Jon Grinder on February 23, 2011 at 5:21pm

Here are the words, if you want to follow along:

 

My dadd's daddy ran moonshine

Back in Tennessee

Half a dozen stills at any given time

Hidden up and down the creek

 

People back home didn't think much of us

You know how people are

Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning

Then drank their whiskey from a jar

 

Daddy got a job and he moved away

Raised my sister and me

Moved us around from town to town

But he never really left the creek

 

Daddy started preaching in his later years

Man that was something to see

Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning

The Reverend Bobby G

 

The people in the church thought the world of him

You know how people are

He preached against the sinners like me

Who drink our whiskey from a jar

 

I lost my daddy in the summer

Didn't get to say goodbye

Lowered him down in the cold cold ground

So sad I couldn't cry

 

Sometimes I think he didn't care much for me

You know how people are

I think that he was disappointed

That I drink my whiskey from a jar

Drink my whiskey from a jar