Hillbilly Daydream Lyrics by 49 Winchester
Twelve dollars an hour, it don’t really get too far
When a damned ole bottle of Coke costs two and a dime
Well, I know what I’ll do, crawl up the holler in an hour or two
Mix me up a big batch of mash, start making my own moonshine
I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter
Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald
190 proof, baby, that’s the truth
If the law tries to catch me, I’ll run
Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alcohol
Well they say you can sell a jar of corn liquor
When a bushel of taters won’t sell
And that’s a good thing ’cause my crop went to pieces
When I spent the last eight months locked in jail
What I did is neither here nor there, I never done nobody no harm
But a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do when everything costs a leg and a arm
I mix my corn into the water when it gets a little hotter
Not quite boiling but hot enough to scald
190 proof, baby, that’s the truth
If the law tries to catch me, I’ll run
Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alcohol
Flying down the road with a pickup bed full of alcohol