Lyrics

VERSE 1: Way up in those Blue Ridge Mountains
Hidden by the thick tree line
Runs a still of copper fountains
Puttin' out the best moon shine

0:31-0:57
CHORUS 1: Uncle Tom calls it Smokey Whiskey
Aunt Jean drinks it down just fine
If you drink too much it is risky
Don't put your life on the line
Not sweet like Southern Comfort
More like a Cuban cigar
Goes down without much effort
One too many you've gone too far

0:58-1:24
BRIDGE 1: 1000 horses under the hood
Of his supercharged sedan
Makes sure he delivers the goods
and gets away from the man
Posi-traction four on the floor
goes as fast as he can
Deliveries through the back doors
To all his friends and clan

1:25-1:38 Honky Tonk piano (Rick Melick ??) Spoken Words

"Ahh that Smokey Whiskey....there's nothin' like it..HA-HA-HA

1:39-1:52 Feds in ties and suits comb those mountains
gettin' lost in the tree line
Tryin' hard find those copper fountains
That's puttin' our the best moon shine

1:52-2:06
CHORUS 2: Uncle Tom calls it Smokey Whiskey
Aunt Jean drinks it down just fine
If you drink too much it is risky
Don't put your life on the line
Not sweet like Southern Comfort
More like a Cuban Cigar
Goes down without effort
One too many you've gone to far

2:20-2:36
INTERLUDE 1: As bad luck would have it
Feds stumbled onto the hill
That housed the copper fountains
And destroyed the family still

2:23-2:50
BRIDGE 2: Now he doesn't need those horses
Has to make another plan
Build a better fortress
Keep it hidden from the man...