The Tale Of The Moonfaced Hillbilly Gal Poem by Ozark Mountain Homegrown

There was a moonfaced hillbilly gal
Who loved moonshine, and wanted it now
She lit out in them hills
To find ole pappy's still
With her favorite old red wattle sow

On the way to the still she was thinkin
Bout corn licker, and how she loves drinkin
When she drinks that white lightening
She gets pretty frightening
And her rude attitude starts ta stinkin

Well, they headed down deep in the holler
Through the mud and the muck and the squalor
She saw the revenue man
Then the shootin began
So she grabbed that old sow by the collar

Well, her and that pig took off runnin
But that revenue man came a gunnin
He forgot about pappy
Which made that gal happy
Cause, pa caught him, then shot him, and hung him

I reckon, I'll end this here tale with a snort
And commence to jug up the last quart
You may think that we're lazy
But us hill folk are crazy
And don't take shine to the revenue sort