Far in the outback
off an old railway track
we made our still
Our orders we'ed fufill
You get a thrill
From our Still
drinkin Moonshine
So Devine,
In my Chevy I got stuck
It was real bad Luck
Booze up to the boards
better stick with the ford's
Cops on the prowl
a hoot from an Owl
I put-er in gear
I'm out of here
Cruzin down the lane
Cops still on my brain
I guess the coast is clear
can carry on with my career
Got to town, put the Booze down
Moonshine Ya! hope they don't drown
Took the bucks got out the shop
across the street was the cop
The Cop was to late
I had another date
Gonna go get a Ford
It's all I can afford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a'men to that brother