Children Of The Corn Liquor
They look a bit derranged
In their coveralls and flannel shirts
Talkin' funny and actin' strange
If you're an outcast ya might get hurt
They rant and rave all night long
Down at the creek sippin' mountain dew
They work the stills makin' it strong
Busy dodgin' all those revenuers too
He who brews up in the hills
All they live for is their stills
And there aint no way to get high quicker
Says the children of the corn liquor
Children of the corn liquor
Way back deep in them woods
Where the hogs and the rattlers call home
It's very well understood
If ya don't belong ya better not roam
Passed down from kin to kin
The recipe is worth more than gold
It's a backwoods bonified tradition
It's a moonshiners heart and soul
He who brews up in the hills
All they live for is their stills
And there aint no way to get high quicker
Says the children of the corn liquor
Children of the corn liquor
And there aint no way to get high quicker
Says the children of the corn liquor
