Coming off the mountain just up off the hill
shining in the moonlight was this old whiskey still
and i've been breaking my back on a mountain of coal
just like a gift from the mountains, god bless this weary soul
So now i get up in the morning, do what the hell i please
I work under to moon and the wind in the trees
and there aint no dick watching over me
Just a hundred quarts of whiskey son to keep me company
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But treat your momma well and stay clear of the gates of hell
Just take your time and time will surely tell, oh a life lived well
One dollar for a bottle but three gets you four
go home and get wasted send them kids back for more
i will leave them waiting under the back porch floorboards
you cant send them kids on a whiskey run then what the hell are they for
but grab one for your momma and keep one for yourself
cause once she gets a taste there aint no way to tell
where that old whiskey goes, it'll disappear like a ghost
just a word of warning friends to keep one hid for your own
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credits
from TT,
released May 27, 2010
recorded by Mark Wolberg
additional song writing credit goes to Pat Bradly who also took this sweet mandolin solo