Moonshine

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
 berfly 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