Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised a bootlegger's boy in the Cherokee Hills

I plowed my trade in Mountain City

I had me a time just to making money on moonshine

So, I hauled my load in the Knoxville town

I met me a girl and we knocked around

But them Knoxville girls can't leave me alone

In my suit 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 and whiskey

I am a brave bootlegger's son

So 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 and then I put them away

With a wicked jab from a razor blade

Had the women screamed and the bottles broke

On the stony ground where the blood did flow

I'm going back to Mountain City

Gonna make them revenues run

I killed a man in a feud of whiskey

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

I'm gonna drag my bones to the mountainside

'Cause 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 whiskey

I am a cruel bootlegger's boy

I'm going back to Mountain City

In the Cherokee Hills I started from

Going home broke, ain't it a pity

I am a cruel bootlegger's son