Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised a bootlegger's boy in the Cherokee Hills
 I plowed my trade in Mountain City
 I had me a time just to making money on moonshine
 So, I hauled my load in the Knoxville town
 I met me a girl 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 and 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 on the tracks one night
 With a drunken man I commenced to fight
 Yeah, I fought five rounds and then I put them away
 With a wicked jab from a razor blade
 Had 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 revenues run
 I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
 I am a cruel bootlegger's son
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 Now I roam the 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 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 boy
 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