Prohibition - Jawga Boyz, Boondock Kingz

Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains

Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin'

And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin'

I’m in the woods and I’m in these hills

Get to talk around copper stills

Boondocks, we’re tight knit

Only loud mouths or the whippoorwills

Don’t let it spill, forget what you saw

These dusty roads raise real outlaws

Uncle Sam always in your drawers

But you keep that shotgun 'tween your paws

I fight for the cause my daddy made

Freedom I will live life my way

Drive all night 'cause I shine all day

Wipe my ass with your taxes this my pay

Hear what I say, I don’t repeat

I’ll die 'fore you take anything from me

This recipe was handed down to me

I’m just carvin' out my legacy

Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains

Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains

Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin'

And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin'

River water flow out these hills

The same water flow through our stills

My daddy taught me the bidness

Granddaddy taught him the skills

This corn liquor gon' get us by

Them revenuers can’t stop us now

I know these hills, work this land

Johnny Law can’t hold us down

These mountains here speak my family name

From the hills of which we came

To Appalachia where we make our stand

To live free and own our own land

This moonshine just ain’t the money

It’s culture freedom, can’t take it from me

Gon' run this liquor to an old age

Sit here and drink it with my old buddies

Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains

Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains

Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin'

And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin'

Shh, don’t make a sound

Johnny Law got them dogs around

Step away from the fire, y’all best get down

We’ll shake 'em I swear, just wait for my count

One, grab your gun grab, fire one in the air

Two, keep the cool, split up and shake tail

Three, look at me, take one more sip

Now better haul ass, everybody gon' get

We gone now, running through the woods

Truck packed up with all the goods

One step ahead of ol' Uncle Sam

The dogs can’t catch us, know who I am

I’m Danny O’Moore, Appalachia’s own

The son of Gil and this here’s my home

We never back down, know who we are

We run the finest 'shine around here thus far

Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains

Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains

Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin'

And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin'

Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains

Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains

Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin'

And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin'