Moonshine

歌詞

I hear cracked cymbals and the Queens of Africa Ashes to ashes and dust to dust The club burned down to the concrete floor Old jukebox won't play no more Cracked cymbals and the Queen to Africa With the moonlight shining through the trees Honeysuckle on a southern breeze I miss the moonshine And the old times sitting in with the house band And the bootleggers of the bottomland Old Gabe used to blow up and down the picnic ground With Bobby Ray Watson and young Kenny Brown But people ask what it was like Out in the country on a Sunday night Heaps see, but mighty few know how old Gabe used to blow And the moonlight shining through the trees Honeysuckle on a southern breeze I miss the moonshine And the old times sitting in with the house band And the bootleggers of the bottomland I miss the moonshine And the old times sitting in with the house band And the bootleggers of the bottom Let's do it like we did before In Marshall County down Highway 4 Gangsta walking cross the juke joint floor Butterfly bug drop a drunk outdoors And old folks know what is was like Out in the country on a Sunday night So pour some on the floor And do it like we did before And the moonlight shining through the trees Honeysuckle on a southern breeze I miss the moonshine And the old times sitting in with the house band And the bootleggers of the bottomland I miss the moonshine And the old times sitting in with the house band And the bootleggers of the bottomland Mississippi moonshine I miss the moonshine and the bootleggers of the bottomland