Carolina Moonshiner

On yonder side of the Smoky Mountains
 Hidden away, in the Carolina hills
 Guarded by the trees and the weeds and the bushes
 Buford Ellis, runs a moonshine still
 Buford Ellis, is the kind of feller
 That don't care a bit, if he's a breakin' the law
 The fact that whiskey, making ain't legal
 Don't seem to bother old Buford at all
 'Cause, he's a, Carolina moonshiner
 Makin that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
 A Carolina moonshiner
 If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will
 Buford's got a wife and 11 children
 People say, they ain't nothin' but trash
 'Cause, their daddy makes their living
 Cookin' and a cannin', that carolina mash
 Old bootleggin' Buford, is a low down drunkard
 A no good moonshiner's, all that he is
 That's what most folks say, about him
 At least he's a feedin', his wife and kids
 And he's a Carolina moonshiner
 A makin' that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
 Carolina moonshiner
 If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will
 And he's a Carolina moonshiner
 Makin' that moonshine, drinkin' his fill
 Carolina moonshiner
 If the law don't get him, then the moonshine will