Moonshine

Them Texas boys, they like their Mickey Gilley
 Yeah, and they been known to get plum hillbilly
 One ol' cowboy, you know he threatened to kill me
 So, all night long we played Waylon and Willie
 We're just lookin' for a little fun
 When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
 We carry guitars and a couple of guns
 And we sing our songs 'til the morning comes
 Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 She's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 But she's my moonshine
 Them Southside boys, you know they thought they could take us
 Now they buried deep somewhere down 'round Pecos
 The border patrol never gave no hassle
 'Cause I'm the King of Texas, Saint of El Paso
 We're just lookin' for a little fun
 When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
 We carry guitars and a couple of guns
 And we sing our songs 'til the morning comes
 Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 She's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 But she's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, my sweet baby
 She's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, Lord, she crazy
 She's my moonshine
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 Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 She's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 But she's my moonshine
 Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 She's my moonshine
 Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
 But she's my moonshine