From the recording Raisin' Heck
Lyrics
Well, come on all you boozefighters if you want to hear
About the kind of booze that we sell around here
It's made out of buckwheat, rye and corn
All bottled up in some old barn
We don't give a damn for the Volstead law
And for prohibition we don't care at all
It’s made way back in those swamps and those hills
Where there’s plenty of moonshine stills
And the lamb'll lay down with the lion
After drinking that old moonshine
One drop’ll make a rabbit whup a bulldog
One drop’ll make a cat chase a wild hog
Make a bullfrog spit in a black snake’s face
And make a hardshell preacher fall from grace
And the lamb’ll lay down with the lion
After drinkin’ this old moonshine
Well you tip up your head and you take a little drink
And for a week you won’t be able to think
And the next thing you know you’ll be gettin’ kinda tight
Out on the street tryin’ to raise up a fight
So you tip up your head and you take a little more
And for a month you’ll be feelin’ pretty sore
And then you’ll swear you won’t drink it anymore
But you’ve said that a thousand times before
And the lamb’ll lay down with the lion
After drinkin’ this old moonshine