Story Behind The Song

Grandfather speaking to grandson about a picture on the wall, of the grandfather and his brother, back in the 1940's in Kentucky, running moonshine.

Song Description

Moonshine story

Lyrics

Theres a picture on the wall from the time we were free,
When life was so much easier for your uncle Joe and me,
And It's black and its white and its faded over time,
Back in the days when gas cost a dime.

That picture in the frame tells the story of a town,
Busier and lively til the markets all came down,
And the station in the back that was on a county road,
Well that was washed away when the creeks had overflowed,

Chorus:
Was The time of prohibition,
And forgotten inhibitions,
Just two poor ass kids beneath the stars
Making moonshine that was better,
Than any mountain setter,
Bootlegging cases filled with Mason jars...

A Case of whiskey in the picture where I once broke the glass,
When I tripped on a rock in the Kentucky Bluegrass,
We would work all day until the sun faded down,
With hands busted up from putting stills into the ground,

We'd drive down Johnson road in an old model T,
With cases in the back underneath a flannel sheet,
Every night we'd stoke the fires underneath our barrel stills,
And deliver jars of whiskey for a two dollar bill,

Chrorus: (Possibility)
The time of prohibition,
And did I forget to mention,
Just two poor ass kids beneath the stars,
Making moonshine that was better,
Than any mountain setter,
To sell a case of moonshine in the jars...

We brewed a little mash, and we made a little cash,
And it was just enough to get by,
Son Just remember in the picture,
Just two kids without the scripture
When they are selling stills of moonshine