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
(Chorus)
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
(Verse)
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
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
(Chorus)
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
(Verse)
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
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