Bootlegger's Boy

I was born and raised a bootlegger's boy in the Cherokee Hills
I plowed my trade in Mountain City
I had me a time just to making money on moonshine

So, I hauled my load in the Knoxville town
I met me a girl and we knocked around
But them Knoxville girls can't leave me alone
In my suit so fine and my bottle of corn
I'm going back to Mountain City where I can make another run
Load my trunk with moonshine and whiskey
I am a brave bootlegger's son

So I sold that corn to the Circuit judge
On the public square to Mayor Trent
But I met with trouble on the tracks one night
With a drunken man I commenced to fight

Yeah, I fought five rounds and then I put them away
With a wicked jab from a razor blade
Had the women screamed and the bottles broke
On the stony ground where the blood did flow

I'm going back to Mountain City
Gonna make them revenues run
I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
I am a cruel bootlegger's son

Now I roam the night just to hide my shame
I lost all my money, can't find a friend
I'm gonna drag my bones to the mountainside
'Cause if corn don't kill me I might never die

I'm going back to Mountain City
Or else they'll hang me, this I know
I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
I am a cruel bootlegger's boy

I'm going back to Mountain City
In the Cherokee Hills I started from
Going home broke, ain't it a pity
I am a cruel bootlegger's son