Devils Juice
Late eve Appalachian Trail
Compass is frozen from the mountain air
Lost and scared, home long gone
No food or drink, waiting for death to come

A Shack appeared on the hill
Light shined on a copper still
Standin' there, a mountain man
With a jar in his hand

It was Moonshine---Devil's Juice
Moonshine---Turns most guys loose
Moonshine---Call it white lightnin'
Moonshine--- I'm in the mood for it

Rusted tin roof and worn down walls
Down the stairs through the halls
At the very gates of hell
From the kitchen came an evil smell

His wife was stirrin' up a brew
Son fillin' bottles two by two
His daughter she was counting cash
Just finished up another batch
Of that Moonshine---Devil's Juice
Moonshine---Turns most guys loose
Moonshine---Call it white lightnin'
Moonshine--- I'm in the mood for it

Ohhh the moonshine
Ohhh the moonshine

Took a sip, then a drink
Room started spinning had to take a seat
Conversation with a clown
Am I hangin' upside down?

Give me three wise men Jack, Jon, Jimmie
Taste of suds, gin or whiskey dew
Will be fine
Keep me away from that

Moonshine---Devil's Juice
Moonshine---Turns most guys loose
Moonshine---Call it white lightnin'

Ohhh that moonshine