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.