Down In The Gulley

Well, my granddaddy was a good man
 No matter what the papers say
 He worked 'til he bled for everything he had
 Brought us up to do the same
 One afternoon in June
 They had us workin' just like a couple mules
 My cousin and me were 20-feet deep
 And covered in red mud clay
 Well, we ran pipe from the creek bed
 Through the woods to the old grey shack
 It was worth the trouble to work them shovels
 For granddaddy's sour mash stash
 All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret
 We all swore to keep
 Well, my granddaddy knew what the law would do
 If they ever come snoopin' 'round back
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where the creek is high
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where only the moon shines
 Without money, you can't buy nothin'
 And nothin' is a damned ol' shame
 When you're in the hole
 You'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain
 Well, the hills were filled with the smell of cash
 Cookin' in the copper still
 Everybody knew where they get their brew
 And that made our family name
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where the creek is high
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where only the moon shines
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 Well, years and laws passed by
 They couldn't keep the county dry
 One night, the sheriff went to lookin'
 For the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine
 Well, he called the press
 And he brought his best to tear our old shack down
 But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed
 For the shack was a pump house
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where the creek is high
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where only the moon shines
 It was down in the gulley
 Where the creek is high
 Lord, I'm down in the gulley
 Where only the moon shines