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Correct (The Virtues Of) Wild Corn Whiskey Lyrics
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Correct (The Virtues Of) Wild Corn Whiskey
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[Verse 1] Homegrown southern red-eye in oak barrels, Yeah I work until the twilight hits my door. And as the sun descends into the shadows, Yeah you’ll find me n’ Satan on the porch. [Chorus 1] Think I wanna sink just one more bottle, Drinkin’ mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. Distillation is divine, Just like water into wine, It’s a virtue. Like a shady liquor store, Evil shading my back door, It’s a wild brew. [Verse 2] And as the early glare of a new sun rising blinds me, My mamma’s words they’re troubling my head. No you’ll never find a bride who prizes liquor, Well perhaps it’s time white whiskey I thee wed. [Chorus 1] Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle, Drinkin’ mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. Distillation is divine, Just like water into wine, It’s a virtue. Like a shady liquor store, Evil shading my back door, It’s a wild brew. Hey hey hey. [C Section] Reckon it’s time to forsake dear ole Woodmill, By now I must have paid my union dues. Leave those heady sour-corn-mash days far behind me, Yeah pack up some homegrown hooch and do as I choose. [Chorus 2] Well think I’m on the brink of a mountain-dew breakdown, Drinkin’ slurring seeing inner demons far and wide. Well my mind is slightly numbing, Yet I see the storm a-comin‘, Need to pull through. Now my skin is roughly full, It’s got me kicking like a mule, It’s a wild brew. [Verse 3] Years of excess weighing on my shoulders, The pearly gates grow distant as I climb. So as I right myself for the fiery hollow, You‘ll find me partaking one last time. [Chorus 1] Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle, Drinkin’ mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. Distillation is divine, Just like water into wine, It’s a virtue. Like a shady liquor store, Evil shading my back door, It’s a wild brew. [Coda] Empty bottles on the floor, Led the devil to my door, It’s a wild brew.
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