Bootlegger’s Boy Old Crow Medicine Show

I was born and raised
A bootlegger's boy
In the Cherokee Hills
I applied my trade
In Mountain City
I had me a time
Just making money
On Moonshine

So I hauled my load
Into Knoxville Town
I met me a gal
And we knocked around
But them Knoxville girls
Can't leave me alone
In my suits so fine
And my bottle of corn

I'm going back to Mountain City
Where I can make another run
Load my trunk with Moonshine whiskey
I am a brave Bootlegger's son

Someone sold that corn
To the Circuit Judge
On the Public Square
To Mayor Trent
But I met with trouble
On the tracks one night
With a drunken man
I commenced to fight