Corn Liquor - Southern Culture On The Skids

Corn liquor

It sure can burn

Corn liquor

Makes your stomach turn

Corn liquor

Makes you go hog wild

Corn liquor

Is just my style

Now way back in the woods

Where I come from

My daddy had a still

And my momma had a gun

Yonder came the sheriff

Tried to make us run

Momma shot him dead

Now I’m her only son

Everybody got something to lose

Hey everybody

Everybody’s got something to lose

A shot of that stuff’ll make you lose yours too

Corn liquor

I’m saying corn liquor

Everybody got something to lose

Hey everybody

Everybody got something to lose

A shot of that stuff’ll make you lose yours too

Corn liquor

It sure can burn

Corn liquor

Makes your stomach turn

Corn liquor

Makes you go hog wild

Corn liquor

Is just my style

Now momma’s back in prison

It’s life without parole

And daddy’s down in georgia

Selling pecan roll

I’m back in this hollow

Just playin' my fiddle

And selling my corn liquor

To the poor sheriff’s widow

Corn liquor

It sure can burn

Corn liquor

Makes your stomach turn

Corn liquor

Makes you go hog wild

Corn liquor

Is just my style

Corn liquor

I’m sayin' corn liquor

It’s that corn liquor

It’s that corn liquor

Corn liquor