Grandma's Whiskey Jug

Let me tell you a little story about my grandma
And this old whiskey jug

My grandma was a lady
She was a sweet old northern belle
She had the good book memorized
And man she prayed like hell
I can still remember
The day I turned 18
She handed me this whiskey jug
And this is what she said to me

Honey this old handle, it's got, got a secret past
And like old stories it was made to last
So grab on tight now and give the cork a tug
Let's pour a glass from grandma's old whiskey jug

One day she told me 'bout her memaw
Born on the Tennessee Kentucky line
Raisin' babies in the 1920's
She was a bootleggin' one of a kind
They called her Lady White Lighting
Those men came from far and wide
She batted those eyes, never got caught
And had dinner on the table by 5
And she said

Honey this old handle, it's got, got a secret past
And like old stories it was made to last
So grab on tight now and give the cork a tug
Let's pour a glass from grandma's old whiskey jug

You still with me?

I found her stash of moonshine
The day that grandma passed
A 20 gallon copper still
In grandpas old barn out back
She must of been a-brewin'
Until the day before she died
Found that old jug and the family recipe
Sittin' out with a note addressed to me, sayin'

Honey this old handle, it's got, got a secret past
And like old stories it was made to last
So grab on tight now and give the cork a tug
Pour up a glass from grandma's old whiskey jug
Honey this old handle it's got, got a secret past
And like old stories it was made to last
So grab on tight now and give the cork a tug
Pour up a glass from grandma's whiskey jug