'Shiner Bill

As the hot still bubbles, he's making a new batch.
Some may call it moonshine, he makes it all from scratch.
He has his recipe, he got it from his dad.
Sold all through the county, and some say it's not bad.

Billy is a short man, and he is kind of shy.
He takes his time to cook, the whiskey people buy.
A legend in the hills, is known by every one.
About Whiskey Willie, and how he raised his son.

Willie was his Grandpa, who built and used his still.
Sold whiskey everywhere, on up and past the hill.
Revenuers came there, tried to destroy his shine.
But Willie shot them all, "You don't take what is mine!"

He fed them to the hogs, they ate them bones and all.
He was then left alone, none dared to make a call.
Willie sold his whiskey, until the day he died.
No one could find his still, I don't know if they tried.

But Moon Jack (Billy's dad), took up what Willie left.
Kept dressing like his dad, and acted like he's deft.
Most folks thought that Willie, was still running the show.
When they needed whiskey, to Willie's house they'd go.

Moon Jack sold it to them, he showed them Willie's smile.
To get a mason jar, they'd walk a country mile.
Moon Jack, he went crazy, he fell plumb off a cliff.
He swore that he smelled oil, stretched out to take a whiff.

When they found his body, not much was left to pass.
They burned up what was left, and tossed it in the grass.
Now Billy makes his shine, and wears his grandpa's clothes.
Whiskey keeps on burning, the legend it still grows.

© Ronald A. Britton, All rights reserved 

by Sgt B