Moonshiner

One gallon for a five dollar bill
Some dark hollow and get you some boos
If the revenue don't get you no money...
All you Moon Shiners and stand up in a row.
Lonesome yes, I know.
God Bless them pretty women, wish they all were mine
So sweetly just like good 'ole moonshine.



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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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