Old Crow Medicine Show Lyrics
"Bootlegger's Boy"

I was born and raised, a bootlegger's boy
In the Cherokee hills, I plied 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 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 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 in the church one night
With a drunken man, I commenced to fight

Yeah I fought five rounds and then I put him away
With a wicked jab from a razor blade
How 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 revenuers run
I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
I am a cruel, bootlegger's son

And now I roam at 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 the 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 son

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.